Good times and bad times

[badseed1980]

My poor friend Mike. He's having one of those times in life that make for great novels and poetry, but are really shitty to live through. Good thing the guy is a phenomenal writer. Right now, I'm in a pretty good place. Got a bunch of good friends, a pretty decent job, am looking at covens, etc. But sometimes, especially when things go bad for my friends, I feel like it's all a thin layer of ice on top of cold water, and it could crack at any minute. Not for nothing does the Tower show up in nearly every reading I have. Of course, there are still the huge gaping voids in my life. Well, the one anyway. Maybe that will change one day, and at least in the meantime I have ways of keeping occupied that are actually quite nice. It just bums me out to think of poor Mike having such a hard time with his love life. Maybe having no true love is better than a relationship spiked with pain. Maybe not. I've been in both places, and I still don't know. Ah well, time for a shower. Then I can get out of this melancholy mood Mike put me in. "Thanks for being a toilet for me to vomit in," he says. Sheesh.