The Growth . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

only for my daughter…..you’ll see.

Dark side? Bah humbug. You are a smouldering gothic creature and proud of it. If you are in denial about this you are in big trouble. Being awake for a thousand years gives you the edge over everybody else. Nobody nurses a grudge like you do, because you know revenge is a dish best served icy cold. Your poisonous sting is fatal, but lack of self-acceptance means you will use it on yourself one day and then the sky will darken, the mirror will crack, and your bones will turn to dust in a heartbeat.. To avoid this you probably require a lot of sex, money, and a shrink. 

As the Moon (your ruling planet) waxes and wanes in the night sky you are subject to mood swings of astonishing, ancient complexity. To ease this you hold on tightly to everything in your immediate vicinity – people, memories, receipts, half-eaten packets of crisps. You never, ever let go. Nobody understands you. You move sideways across the beach, zig-zagging towards your goals and hiding in rock pools. Sometimes you make a lot of money. But you never tell anyone. Or if you do you will probably have to kill them eventually. 

Horrors with Cancer in Black Zodiac! The big beloved Mummy’s baby! This is something you have probably heard very often when people would refer to you. Your hyper-sensitivity is very irritating because people can never tell you what they really think of you without having you sobbing your heart out. Indeed, you have no control over your emotions, and your entourage, as well as yourself, find it very difficult to put up with your moods. Your mental age is eight years and you still live in a stage of childhood. Actually, you live more in your head than in the real life. You cannot confront the world and you vegetate in your snug and warm little universe. Your memory is far too good, and you are unable to get rid of your depressing nostalgia. In brief, you are a faint-hearted, passive, psychotic and selfish little thing.

“Some call it lying to myself..in my head, i call it coping. Some see me laying by myself..in my bed, i call it hoping to get acquainted with myself. Funny ain’t it? It’s strange how the physical attacks the mental and vice versa. It’s not accidental, it’s the price a person pays for being themselves these days.”

“Keep NO company around you that you CANNOT build with OR learn from… Space is extremely LIMITED & time is of the essence!” -Damitric

Some days I just miss my father. Somehow I missed my father ..