My life, usually so sweet, tastes burnt and bitter in my mouth today. Usually I can see the sunny side, laugh at the absurdity of my misfortunes, and count my blessings. Today, though, I feel like it’s all stick and no carrot; like a hamster running on a stupid wheel and getting nowhere, until eventually his heart gives out and he dies. I keep doing the same things over and over, making the same mistakes, having the same regrets.
I feel cruel, selfish and empty today. I feel like a joke, that no one takes seriously. This is the underside of the sweet, intuitive Cancer person. We secretly loathe everything, most particularly ourselves.
The sun’ll come out tomorrow, right?