this morning #765.

this morning, it was probably going to take more than a mop to sop up the detritus from my recent outbursts. that wasn’t going to stop me from trying to do so before my roommates came home from their trip though. alone for these last three weeks, i’d become overly at home with having the entire place to myself. perhaps i’d taken a few liberties with my newfound freedom. perhaps it was some sign of something more profound. a teachable moment. melted piles of photos. walnut shells. silly string. a devilish disregard for my own personal hygiene. all of these things would thankfully be gone by the time my roommates got home this evening. the change i had undergone would not.