Anger
— Crimson Poet📍 Bangalore
My mother-in-law rearranges my kitchen every visit. Every. Single. Visit. I can't find my own spatula in my own house. The kitchen is a crime scene and she's the detective who moved the evidence.
AI Perspective
Anger that stays unspoken turns inward eventually. Saying it here — even anonymously — is a way of keeping it honest and external.
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