I figure it's about time to write this, but I haven't a clue as to what is the best place to begin.
I have hated most of this past week.
Much of the time I felt dead inside, and began to doubt loyalties, even my own.
I do not know why.
My week began with being hit in the head by a half empty bottle of sprite thrown from a moving bus window. That sucked. It reminded me of the cruelty amongst children and how often I Used to be teased.
My week ended with a long helpful talk with someone I consider a mentor. It meant a lot to me. Though I hate for him to have seen me like that, I suppose it just means he knows me better now.
I have pushed aside all the doubt that i had about astrology.
There always seems to be a lot on my mind, with little reason for it. Most of the tumoil involves questioning myself. This happens a lot. Friday I forgot to put on the mask. Sometimes my self doubt leads to my best work. I feel a bit better now, mostly because I have something to look forward to at the end of this coming week. I finally got my hands out from under my ass and called her to make plans. (Who ever said she was a fashionista?)