Isn’t it interesting?
Tarot reminds me alot of astrology.
Believable or not?
Could it be we all just want to believe in a greater power overlooking us?
So we have someone to seek solace from, someone to blame, someone to tell us what to do regardless of the differences between the populace.
Argh.
Is all intellectual and shit. Don’t wish to delve into it at this hour.
Mmm. Went for dinner with the sluts.
Conclusion – Chompchomp sucks. It cost me more than Astons lol. And there’s no aircon.
And there were rude bastards as usual trying to stare us off our seats. Pffft.
Yes I can’t stand teens too. Lol.
So it seems the adults were right hmm?
What you thought was so cool and fun when you were young isn’t really all that appealing once you get older.
Mmmm. And that stupid area reminds me of someone too.
Won’t delve into that either suffice to say its over.
Can’t get my mind off Tarot.
Lol. Part of me wants to believe, but another part feels its just my own subconscious trying to fit my personal experiences, my dreams and my wants into the themes suggested by the cards.
The beauty of it is that its vague enough to support almost any link you want to make between your life and the cards.
Everything is up to personal interpretation.
Or, it could be true.
But I don’t want to believe that.
My life is my own.
Choices are mine to make.
Yes, circumstance might force me into constraints but there are limitless choices I can make.
What is fate but a concept thought up by people?
Do we have proof of it? Where? Written down? By who? People?
Bah.
Still, am glad of the subconscious/whatever effect.
It makes me reflect.
Trying to figure out what I should change about my present situation.
The devil?
Anyways the devil on that card was Pan – head honcho Capricornus.
Hello horned one, am also a Capricorn 
Are we cousins? Lol.
Mmmm representing something I’m overindulging in?
What?
Slacking?
Playing?
Someone?
Perhaps all.
Should I stop being a tard and actually start trying to work on creating content?
Meh.
I should just get a job. Proper one.
And then… School reopens.
And hell begins all over again.
Hmm indulge me yes, dear powers that be.
I don’t want to think about all that.
I want to be sunbathing on a pristine beach somewhere secluded.
Listening to oldies against the beating of the surf.
Sipping on a coconut.
With a friend or two.
Without a care in the world.
Damn you. Lol.
Tears I shed ought to be impaled upon my cheeks.
Traitorous heart and mind.
Stuck, like a thorn in my flesh.
I want it gone, I want it out, I want it deeper, buried forever.
Poised over actions I never take.
Choking bitter anger.
Faces cloaked in shadow, endlessly playing.
Fresh paint coats the links, lain over broken plates.
A whisper, a scene, a memory, caving in.
A splash, ripples radiating.
Reaching out, immaterial and incorporeal.
A petal floating, out of reach.
Tainted, dirty, poisoned.
I don’t want it here.
Get out.
You.
Yes, you.
Am I semi Cancerian, why the fuck do I love indulging in moments like these?
Rofl.
