I should get over it. I really should. I should get over it. I should cry it, figure it, live it out. I should.
I could list all of the things about this day that made it miserable. I could. Maybe then I would feel better, but I won’t. It seems so self loathsome or indulgent rather to complain about my worthless day. So I will keep my thoughts to myself. I hate bickering.