Woke up late! You wouldn’t let me sleep.
Talk, talk, talk all night long.
Look what you made me do!
I jumped to the ceiling, spilling coffee on my favorite shirt.
What’s got you in such a great mood?
Look what you made me do!
Men don’t hum.
What is wrong with you?
Look what you made me do!
If you would’ve have just let me sleep last night;
I wouldn’t be late nor stuck in traffic, cussing my brains out.
Look what you made me do!
Forgot my lunch. Snapped at my boss.
Have to stop on the way home for gas.
Look what you made me do?
What’s for dinner?
Ever screaming child from 40 counties was at the grocery.
Look what you made me do!
You know what?
Screw it!
Look what you made me do!
I’m going to bed!
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I have a vivid memory in which I screamed back at the top of my voice- “I am not that powerful!!” in response to the good old- Look what you made me do line. Loved this.
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Thanks 💕 That was my underlying theme here. As much as it sucks; we are responsible for how events make us feel. Good or bad.
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Love the references to sleep or lack thereof. Rings true. Thanks for writing to my little prompt!
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Thanks for hosting the prompt. 💕
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