I feel like such a failure.
I know that's not (entirely) true. Not to mention whiny and self indulgent, but I feel it anyway. So there.
If you consider your life an elaborate, or not so elaborate, house of cards, it doesn't take much to send the whole thing crashing down. Or at least teetering quite a bit.
I'm not sure if this is the way people normally feel, one foot on the ground, one foot poised over the abyss. It seems that my normal state is one of repressed melancholy and everything else is just willful blindness, while I wait for the next valley.
What exactly am I accomplishing? What do I have to show for myself? Maybe it's the fact that 30 is breathing down my neck (though 25 was no picnic, either, believe me.) Am I destined to have a mid-life crisis every 2 years? every 6 months?
I guess I'll just blame it all on my period.