30

I don’t know what happened, but I do know that I did a bad thing. It was all so simple once, so simple. I’ll be thirty on the other side of the weekend and it seems so complicated now. I can’t figure out how to hold my drink, to paint it clear, to get back to it. I guess it all started this way about ten years ago or so and I have really managed to wind myself into the yarn.
Who once was the guy who helped everyone out of the mess can’t seem to figure out the puzzle. Instead he waits for things to get better, he flagellates himself, points fingers at others. I guess there will be happiness, right? Everyone says it starts getting better on the otherside of this weekend. And it’s lent. And I guess I need to give up my childish ways.