Left my fucking running shoes in a dorm room. Why do I lack common sense so much? Why am I so absentminded? I hate myself so much. And she comes in as if I haven’t told her about my self hatred enough, positing questions like “How is this even possible” and when I tell her “I don’t know, okay, I hate myself alright” she responds with a “every time you say that it’s hurtful.” What the fuck, man. I’m an adult and I can’t remember to check every drawer because I’m fucking dumb. I don’t know. I’m not even going to avoid it out of superstition: I don’t even know if I have Alzheimer’s or if this is just not-so-severe absentmindedness. And to leave the housekeeper a thank you note, only to have them see my fucking shoes!! I hate myself so so so so so sos so sossossosoSO FUCKING MUCH. I wonder if I was born to make so many mistakes, why I’m here at all.