I H A T E H U M A N S

I'm legitimately upset.
This happened first.
Then this.
I don't even understand.
What's happening?

The way it used to be

I'd reach in the refrigerator, taller than me and as tall as you, in the very back, so that I'd have to get on my tiptoes to reach. I remember being too young for glass cups, but sometimes you would pour my tea in them and I would think I was special--as if you were saying, "Look how grown up you are, I know you won't drop it." I was holding your life and my life in that glass, then. But when I was making it myself, when you weren't there to reassure me, I would pour my tea in plastic Mardi Gras cups, just to be safe.