Perdita's Tale

In a few short days I shall reach the age of 29.

If I look back at my life, I wouldn't have imagined I would be such a failure at this age. I'm a year away from 30 and I haven't got a proper job (try a number of lesser ones that add up to not good enough) a car, a house, a husband (no, nor even a boyfriend), or a group of close friends nearby.

For years I have struggled with feeling bad about myself. I'm a very good person. I care about people. I work hard. I don't have any major vices (unless one considers lack of patience & a major vice). I'm a very, very good friend (I say this with all modesty: I've yet to meet anyone who is as good a friend as I.).

And yet, late at night I cry in my bed because I feel like I am a failure, not good enough for anyone, and I don't know how to turn my life around.

I decided to begin this blog not as a place to whine but a place to share my feelings and my thoughts and my theories. I never tell anyone how I feel. I haven't anyone to tell . . . except you . . .