I always strive to feel balanced because asking for happiness seems like a trap. I have to keep the protection up, just like getting my nails done once a fortnight, if they aren’t covered in five layers of powder and gel they’ll be weak and brittle.
Being hospitalized isn’t a popularity contest, but to me, it becomes one.
In Chicago, my Aries moon shows
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And when he left, he blended in with the rest. And I changed my sheets and cried in the shower, while trying to scrub off what was left of our friendship.
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Not even on weekends. Not even when I’m hungover. I’ll wake up at 6, make some eggs, and take a shower to massage my head with shampoo.