and it only got worse as it went on

I would like to explain why I lost my mind twice last night, and I've been thinking a lot about how I could present the information in such a way that you would understand. The problem is that most of the incidents that have been driving me over the edge over the past two weeks have been miniscule, so I could tell you that I told Alisha to pick me up at 9:30 on the corner of Jackson and 12th, but I ended up standing on the corner of Jackson and 7th, and I could tell you about the oven, but you would still have no idea why that would make me sob on the bus. You'd think I was being melodramatic. You'd tell my my emotions are invalid. You'd be patronizing. Thats alright. I've never lived your life of umbrella's and standing still on escalators, you've never lived my life of comparison clock timing and extremely sensible shoes.