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A messed-up mix of being a total obsessive and a hormonal mess. It’s like having a tiny monster in your head that screams at you every day.
Why did you leave the toilet seat up? Did you forget I had a migraine last week? And don’t even get me started on your hair.
I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. And also slightly confused about why you still have that ugly shirt from 2017.
You didn’t even remember my birthday. How could you forget the day I was born? I’ve been alive for 20 years and you couldn’t even remember that.