I feel it's an addiction!
Huggies, Pampers. Every time I go to throw away GARBAGE, but I see a string of numbers and/ or letters, I pause, and despite 99% of my brain that screams
"JUST THROW IT AWAY!!" That 1% pulls that empty bag of wipes back so I can lob off that code and throw it in the pile of lobbed off codes by my husband's computer so I can hopefully remember to type it in later.
I've gotten nothing from this relationship but a mess, what compels me to continue with it?
AHGHHH ADDICTION!
Huggies, Pampers. Every time I go to throw away GARBAGE, but I see a string of numbers and/ or letters, I pause, and despite 99% of my brain that screams
"JUST THROW IT AWAY!!" That 1% pulls that empty bag of wipes back so I can lob off that code and throw it in the pile of lobbed off codes by my husband's computer so I can hopefully remember to type it in later.
I've gotten nothing from this relationship but a mess, what compels me to continue with it?
AHGHHH ADDICTION!
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