Actually, this is a Sunday I'd rather forget. For the past several months, my life has been like a game of Jenga: the blocks keep falling, and the tower stands precariously, dangerously on the edge of hurtling to the ground. And then, finally, the wrong block was pulled out of the tower, and the minute balance that had been there, leaned to the side too far, and everything crashed down.
How much more I can take, I'm not sure. Everytime I try to pick up the pieces, things fall faster. People try to help me, but they have their own problems. Why bother with mine? I know it isn't that they don't care; it's the fact that my problems are just that: mine.
Maybe one of these days, the game of Jenga will finally be done. The blocks will stay in place, and I will not have to worry about the dangers of my life falling out of place. Until then....anyone got some super-glue?
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