Happy Birthday to me, I'm a damn fool.
Guess I should be proud. I made it farther than I thought I would before going stark-raving batshit crazy.
Wish I weren't starting my 45th year in such a state of... chaos. Uncertainty. Maudlinity. Un-moored-ness. (I don't know if those last two are words.)
But, as my father once told me, "You made your bed; now you can lay in it." And as my (living) sister once told me, "You lack coping skills."
Beautiful artwork of 'The Fool' Tarot card courtesy of hellobaby on deviantart.