Monday April 1, 2019
Mind wanders from you to them to this and I’m still pissed about the dirty lunch container left mocking me on the coffee table. Could have brought it to the kitchen when I was done. Then I would have washed it with the rest of things.
Mind wanders from here to that to all my stupid choices. Like that time I volunteered myself to film a commercial without getting paid and now every single person I know tells me they keep seeing it. Stupid like the time I didn’t drink enough water, felt the effects, and promised never to let that happen again until it happened again. And again. And again.
Mind wanders from that to this to
now to later to the way it could have been. To the almost.
I’m sorry what is there to say? I’m over here angry. I’m angry for you. I’m angry at all my shit but it’s nothing in comparison. It’s just shit.