Work Flow
Wake up, get up. Doom scroll then gather my things up. The start of each day is this monotonous ritual. It's boring. Then when something does change it's stupid. It's pointless. It's for no reason at all. I often wonder what the thought process is. Why the sudden bursts of micromanaging. I feel like it's correlated to her being scolded. She finds something she can control. And when I think about that, it's sad. Really sad. Then I'll feel bad for her. Try to be nice to her. Then she'll bother me more and more until I get overly annoyed. This cycle is gross. The changes are pointless. The nitpicking is pointless. What's worse is you barely understand me, so what makes you think that kids with even lower English levels than you will understand me more? The difference is they'll try. They're not afraid to be wrong sometimes and ask questions. "It's fine," I tell myself. "5 more months," I tell myself. But that's not...