Momento "vontade absurda de me enrolar nas cobertas e esperar o mundo acabar", q só piorou com a ajuda do meu horóscopo:
First you think you're feeling wonderful. Then you wonder what you were thinking. You're moody, a little fragile and more at the stars' mercy than you'd care to admit. Every thought and impulse has to be worth something, if only you can find someone who's buying. How can a brain-powered individual like you explain that intuition and gut feelings are your navigational tools? You laugh or weep in the presence of bright colors and compelling music. Some would call this an awakening. Others would call it disintegration. You know that it's just a side that you don't usually express.