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The garbage is piling up. Trash cans overflowing, takeout bags stacked around them. I can't keep up.
The fridge itself is rotting now.
I want to throw it all away, start over from scratch.
Can the dishes in the sink even get fully clean again at this point? I remember when I used to have solutions.
If I can just get through until I move, if I can start over with a dishwasher, if I can sleep it off well enough to get back the kind of energy I always forget I've never had
I understand why everyone worries
How can anyone call this living?
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Great work
This was very relatable and I'm so sorry you're experiencing this. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Love this-- it parallels nicely with how we let our own baggage or "garbage" pile up in our lives, and the desire to start with a clean slate.
Well-wrought! This is super relatable. As we increase the sum of our owned property, we realize we have only signed up for an ever-expanding list of chores. This isn't so bad for folks who's greatest bliss is tending to and preserving their possessions, but for we creative types it can become a sort of Hell, I've noted, and many a passionate creator has settled for a simplified hermit's life just to be freed of those conditions.