My optimism clashes with the truth of hindsight. 3 weeks of mercury retrograde. Maybe best to lay low? I can’t tell what is me (emotions) and what is psychic antennae. But that’s always been the problem, right?
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.