I’m thinking…
And thinking…
And still thinking…
Why does everything seem to go wrong all at the same time? Can you tell me that?
Every single little thing…
The toaster oven won’t heat
The washing machine won’t drain
My socks are stained pink
The dishes aren’t clean
The piano isn’t tuned
My foot is bleeding
Stupid paper cut on my knuckle
But then there are the slightly more intense things that get you.
What am I gonna do about school?
How am I gonna pay for school?
Cant I just graduate already?
Will they ever stop fighting?
Did they really just give me the evil glare?
Are they really flirting with me?
Stupid freaking car.
Oh fun….. funfunfun….
So freaking ominous. Like it’s gonna reach up and swallow me/you/us/everyone whole .
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