You work hard all day, you just wanted a simple dinner and you even managed to fuck that up. You overcooked the pasta. It’s literally just mush but you think actually adding any sauce whatsoever is going to salvage it. You were wrong. It’s still terrible. Now you have to decide to eat it in misery or starve. It’s spaghetti for a reason! It’s the only thing you have! There is no alternative. You really screwed your shit up this time you dumb motherfucker. Now all you have is your shame and a plate of sadspetti. You’re pathetic.
When you're inspired by how sad you are. Usually at 3am you get an urge to change your life around because it's a mess.
Mix of the words "sad" and "inspired"