it is too late to take a nap and too early to go to bed

it is 59 degrees in the living room which somehow i find unlivable

someone says something about privilege

but it is muffled under all the sweaters

when you send me on an errand with a buddy whose sole purpose is to make sure i don't fuck up and you say that is why they are going i do it wrong even though i know how to do it.

stop practicing self sabotage. it isn't funny anymore.

i think i just want to lie in bed with someone warm and read the rest of this novel and pretend i am doing all my work.