Time's Not Up

I stared at the tiny sand box and tiny rake, every time I came here I wanted to even it out but I was worried I would get sand on the table and it would be a whole thing. Honestly you needed really tiny hands. I looked down at my own hands and pulled a tiny hang nail.

Godfuckingdammit….

Using this would cause me to be anything but “Zen”. In fact, it made me feel sort of crazy but that felt weird to announce here at couples therapy and all.

“Hey, sorry could I move this, it’s making me want to kill everyone, thanks”

I tried to bite off the hangnail and made it so much worse my mouth tasted like metal now.