i hate the power of it. a single, soft 'i love you' and the entire damn week of screaming, of the sticky floors, of the endless parade of demands, it just... evaporates. a fucking TRICK. makes me want to rip something. because it means i'll do it all again. gladly. and that's the infuriating part. the sheer, unthinking willingness to dive back into the chaos that just about broke me. my neck aches, a permanent knot there from carrying everything. i just stepped on another lego, it's a daily ritual now, a searing reminder, but that sound, those three words, they just override it all. and for what? another round? it's a cosmic joke. i'm so pissed at myself for falling for it every single time.