Broken Glass Park
I Hope My Rage Is Not A Phoenix...
I've given up alcohol, the world, God and something else I don't want to mention on here.
I may have some wine tonight and I may indulge in the other thing if it's like an out-of-body-experience, I'm thinking it's kind of like... I do know, just don't know if I'd describe it that way. I know I'm being vague, but it's not drugs or anything bad like that... unless you're strictly religious. Also, if you do get what I'm hinting at, it's not with anyone else... only me. I know, I'm a bit of a prude, but I'm just a bit reserved. I'm a bit of a Capricorn, you know? Been thinking I'm a double-Capricorn for years now, but now another website says I have Sagittarius moon? According to the time my grandma told me I was born, I'd be Taurus-rising and I do actually look like that. Plus, I have some Taurus qualities. Who knows, though?
Anyways... I may have, today, killed the part of me that needs to rage. If I did, may it stay dead, do not be like a Phoenix, please, rage.