This cover is extravagant.

when mom asks me if i’ve been doing anything productive when i go out to tell her a joke i told a friend so i could stop feeling like shit about the exchange between me and my sister

when i tell her that’s why i was doing that and i tell her i feel like shit again and she says maybe it’s because i know i should be doing actual work

when she feels completely justified about that opinion and doesn’t think i have the right to be sad about the exchange between me and my sister since we apologized and made up

when i try to do something productive to appease her and can’t fucking focus because of how shitty i feel

when all of the above causes me to be incapable of garnering any joy from my friend’s great reaction to the joke