I woke up this morning, and wondered what the fuck was wrong with the world.

everyone was banging things, my eyes were blurry, teary.

I hid in the toilet. didn’t want to come out. didn’t want to do anything.

and then music made everything better.

I searched Anberlin. finally had my first taste of their music.

and now there’s the most hated sound of vacuum thing filling my head and my ears and the entire house.

I wish I could just tell her to stop. that it’s noisy and it hurt and that it’s the most irritating shit ever.

the one day I feel like spending the entire morning on the piano, she has to come and vacuum the fucking house.

the one day I feel like listening to music, she has to vacuum the place.

feels like sceaming and trashing up the house.

how’d you like it now, huh.

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