Cleaning my boyfriend's apartment in preparation of moving out has nearly put me over the edge.  It has been a serious test of my heart and abilities.  Seriously Katrina, that's all it takes?  ....well, yeah!  It's bad enough trying to clean up one's own messes, let alone the messes of another human being...an entire apartmentfull, by yourself.  I went through all the motions; determination and frenzied cleaning, laziness and taking more breaks than doing anything productive, etc.  I had a breakdown while folding underwear. 

Why are you doing this anyway, all for some guy?  Who would do this for you?  Nobody, not anybody.  How do you know this guy really loves you, anyway? What's the point?  When will your life change?  


Give up on your dreams and be a hooker, you have no talent.

It's no big deal anyway.