I clean when I'm upset.
This is most likely due to the fact that I feel chaotic and a loss of control, so I try to organize the things I have control over.
I rhyme when I'm upset.
I think this is most likely a form of regression.
I've been cleaning and rhyming for two hours. No results. This is what our lives together will be like. Why did I say midnight? I should've just taken the offer to talk right away. Fed up. I'm going to bed.
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