Not Everyone Thinks

He watched me clean the bathroom, fold two loads of laundry and decorate the apartment for fall. He needs a nap.

I can’t even curl my hair.

“I feel pretty damn good right now. I know I was sad a while ago, and I’ll probably be sad later, but at least I’m happy right now.”

I don’t even care if no one actually reads them.

I suppose I should be grateful that I can afford a nice apartment, and I suppose I should work harder to find the good things about my life...but sitting here alone, listening to my neighbor play Luke Bryan and argue with her drunk friend about where to find the straws for their homemade margaritas, I can’t.