Chilly fall days like today make me feel nostalgic towards my first two years of college: rapidly cycling between mania and depression, bullshitting my way through classes that I barely got a C in, nearly destroying my relationships with my entire family, drinking to cope with it all, and having no idea what was wrong with me. (I was later diagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2017) Ambivalence is always confusing. Why is it so easy to forget the bad when the bad almost broke me entirely?
If my mother expects me to be up and ready by 12 she’s delusional, She had to wake me up for school for 14 years she knows being awake at a prescribed time is not my forte. If she wanted me ready at midnight I would be.
Pisces moon would have given you much of artistic guts and deeper thoughts. Scorpio sun would have added mysteriousness to it. You might've been able to catch up fine hidden aspects from surroundings. Am I correct?
My new fountain pen arrived! I am enjoying the writing experience. It's not as precise as a dip pen, but it still feels very solid.