Great mood crashed in a single moment. Now I’m feeling worthless. I know better than this- better than to listen to those thoughts and I know better than to let a simple thing like that/this just get to me.
Shame knowing better doesn’t change the effect.
Mess on the floor. Wrong thing used to clean it. I offer to make it better, not given the chance.
What the hell am I supposed to do about it? I might as well be placed in change of turning the air to jello for all the effort that making this place less ick has taken and gone toward.
My brain is done. I give up, I give in. I’m going to go clean something because at this rate I’m going to be doing it for the next rest of my life.