Another one hits the dust

Sometimes I don't even know why I bother with things. I can't get my life together enough to involve another person, yet here I am on yet another blind date. No chemistry. I'm sure I must have blurbed out something wrong the past four hours we were together. And after coming home and hearing news you didn't want to didn't make things any better.

Case in point: If I don't have anything done by 25, I won't have anything ever.

Sad things is, I'm beginning to think it's true especially if I don't overcome this fear of biting the bullet.