I am literally blaming all of my unruly emotions on being a Sagittarius and it has a surprisingly calming effect on me.
God, everything hurts. Everything is a battle. Mind and body. The body, uncompromising in what it wants. The mind, a leash. The mind is really no fun.
When I feel like I can’t eat, which one is that? My body doesn’t want food. It wants him. My mind, maybe, being logical. But that, too, wants to standby in the case of any unforeseen emotional changes.
I thought I liked the game until I saw what it could do to me. Food is just a piece and I can’t breathe in church. I went mad in Wings and Things.
I liked the game until I no longer had the upper hand. ♦