When my parents were first teaching me how to use my magic, they told me never to practice while my emotions were out of balance. All magic is controlled by emotion. It dictates how well one uses their magic and their success rate in whatever they’re trying to accomplish. If their emotions are not aligned, one more over-powering than the other, then there could be complications that follow, like their plant starts to attack them with their roots or vines.
The thing is though, I’m throwing all of that down the drain. Why? Because I’m pissed, and magic, feeling the light of my plants, calms me. It clears my head, allows my emotions to stay in check instead of being everywhere or nowhere. Everyone has their coping mechanisms. Well, this one is mine.
I won’t ruin my room this time. I swear it.
Or I’ll try not to anyway. I mean, really try.