my day was alright before I got home. the usual, we ran out of popcorn, the carps are slow. w/e.

when I walked in the door of my apt on the kitchen table was a note to me. underneath it was a bagel I forgot that I hadn't thrown away (I don't go upstairs into the kitchen/dining area...) and on the note it said "clean up your fuckin bagel. I am not your mom." and like... yeah I should have thrown it away. But I completely forgot, honestly. its just... I am actually crying right now because one of my room mates fucking hates me. because I am not clean. my mess mostly stays in my room. thankfully I am not sharing with this girl. but. fuck. she didn't need to write a fucking note. a nicer reminder...
what ever. I fail at life. I fail at cleaning and I just want to go home to the people who fucking care about me and I am so through with this shit. I love my job but the people outside of paints? fuck them all.

I just.
IDEK.
I just want to sleep it away. But that won't help anything.
less than a month.
how can one simple note have me this upset?

whatever.