i'm happy again, singing, just singing in the rain

Thought to myself that I wanted to update my journal today. Immediately went and cleaned the bathroom.

.  .  .  .

In what fucking universe is cleaning the bathroom better than writing an update on my life?

Oh wait, the universe where my parents, who I no longer speak to, are reading my journal, getting updates on my life they don't even deserve to know?

That might be the block.