High Priestess crosses Hanged Man up over the seven of cups under the reverse six of wands, with the six of pentacles behind me and the upside down Queen of cups in the front. Nine of swords is me, the Devil reversed in my house, ten of cups for good medicine turns out a four of pentacles.

All that is so much to say that sometimes I build myself up into these little dramatic castles of old, reheated emotions and blind reaction and leftover garbage and I miss the singular fact that I'm acting like a self-absorbed ass and not only not helping the people I care about and should be focusing on, but steamrolling over their perspective entirely. And that was today. And I feel like a heedless bitch for it and I'm sorry.