"i'm gonna make those planters my, nevermind. i'm going to hack them all down and just cut everything down.... and the yard is going to look so clean and nice! YESSSSS!"
and then I get started. I mow and edge the grass.... I pulled the trashcan out and started cutting the rose bushes. But it didn't quite go as planned.
I seriously didn't have the heart to cut down the fresh, little red buds.... I felt like they were all crying to me, "please don't cut me down. i'm just a baby! i'm just starting to grow. i'm a living creature, just like you!"
so needless to say, my freakin planters look like crap, but at least i saved some little living creatures.... ugh.
my dysfunctions run pretty dang deep.