NO GOLD STAR
How clean is clean? My roommate returned, from 3 weeks away, and flipped out at me. The odd thing, I'd swept and mopped every few days, cleaning surfaces, wiping light switches, fridge doors, dishwasher handles constantly and thoroughly. I feel like I must be crazy. I was excited for her to be home, just for the appreciation of how well I'd kept the house. My intuition didn't give me a whisper. I've never been good at being told off, or criticized. Always a goody goody, teacher's pet, daddy's girl. It's still inside me, a wound. Drugs help me care less. They file off the edges, if you know what I mean.