April Sux.

 For a month every year i am an ugly bitch. My inner voice tells me derogatory things. My depression makes a demiglace of my negative emotions. It takes all of the yuck of the previous 11 months and boils off the moisture and all that is left each Aries Season is the sludge of my soul. 


What I want- all my goals and dreams and ambitions and optimism and source light energy get cosmically locked away. 


I was just in Arizona and didn't reach out to a single person that I love there. Alesia, Bob, Lauri, Whitney, Brian, Jack, Sadie, Ellie- It had no appeal because I am not my "self" from March 21st until April 19th - My power goes in reverse and I flail. 

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