The way the plastic lid clicked into place, too loose, on this iced matcha that isn't even mine, with that name scrawled on it. It just makes my teeth ache with rage, this specific, vibrating hum in my jaw. How many times do I have to fucking exist for someone to just... SEE it? The sheer, pointless EFFORT it takes to just be, and then some dumb, trivial thing just shits all over it. I'm not even sure why i'm this incandescent over it, it's just a damn cup, but sometimes the smallest things just make me want to SCREAM until my throat is raw.