I caught a hand of the little dismal disorder than occurs in a shared dwelling. The constant little crisis and arguing up shit’s creek because the mere presence of you, sets someone off. This dilapidated little household I’m always working towards the way of positivity and kinship.
What does one do, when they realize they aren’t the problem; only to become the problem being the one who wants to fix it?
How do you not have a bad day?
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