I hate my tarot cards. They must be defective, they don’t work anymore. I look for clarity and all I find is even more confusion.
Today I got busted while being antisocial, lonely and sad. I guess you can’t fake light-heartedness! Sometimes, I feel like I can never smile again.
But I like to think that there’s light at the end of the tunnel. That there will be fireworks. Apple trees and honey bees. And ballroom music too. Preferably, instrumental. No lyrics to sing along to, because lyrics suck.
I like to think that this storm will come to pass, and that I’ll be able to pick up the pieces and start over.