But then I feel like I'm pushing myself to be accepting of this situation and my own predicament. Maybe I'm rushing a little fast towards trying to be positive. Even if I do freakishly or accidentally die before I'm 30 (God forbid!), my life does totally suck right now. Even as maybe hopefully my soul floats up to heaven, who's to say how these things really work, (God, duh), I can still look back and accept that this part of my life sucks. To prove my point: I don't have any kind of best friend, boyfriend/fiance, friend group to see the last Harry Potter movie with. I think I'm just going to end up going alone to a matinee.

Labels: I already feel like an old pathetic cat lady