Tonight one of my closest and oldest friends, Spencer, did a reading on me. It was the first time I have ever had my cards read so I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting. I mean, I’ve always believed in the supernatural before and I never took shit like that lightly. As far as cards though? I was a little iffy on how they worked. I knew the basics but not how intensely accurate they would be. I, like anyone other stereotypical girl would have, had asked about what my love life looked like in the near future. I got a card for my past, my present, and one for my future. My past was nailed like a fucking bullseye. It was so crazy how it pinpointed it. From there on I knew it was not going to be a joke. Tarot cards are serious business. If you’re in any sort of way skeptical about them, make sure you go to the right person. Someone who is a practicing Wiccan. That’s when you know it’ll be accurate. All I can say is, don’t ask something you wouldn’t want to know. The things you may find out will hit home. And it’ll be a fucking home run. My future holds a lot of promise. I’m a fighter. I can’t wait to fight for the person I love. It’ll make winning them over that much more meaningful.