you wake up. turn your phone on & blast blue light all over your face. with squinted eyes, you then proceed to read everyone’s opinions, which put you right in fight or flight mode before you even get out of bed. & you wonder why you are stuck in a loop of never-ending unease.
“Nobody told me it was against the rules” is a pretty weird thing for a man who was on telly literally every night for an hour telling people what the rules were.
cheating is unforgivable in my book, but that's just me. i don't want you anymore, i'm never going to look at you the same, i'll never be able to trust you again, my guard is always going to be up & i'm gone make you pay for it every single day and that's not a sane way to live.
Does anyone else get really mad about the duvet slipping down inside the duvet cover so you're left with a lot of floppy sheet material up near your face or do I just have sensory issues