Mind stared down at the scattered pieces of paper on its desk, mocking It for all the mistakes It put them through. The messy lines, the eraser marks, the sentences that went slightly off track. It was terrible. It just wasn't good enough.

It huffed, quickly grabbing the papers and crumpling them into a ball, stuffing them into the overflowing trashcan next to its desk.

Mind picked up a new, clean sheet of paper, perfect. A fresh start— there was already a crumple. It glanced at the corner, finding a small crease that had already settled on the paper.

It placed its hand on top of the sheet, crumpling it up into a ball and throwing it across the room. It'd probably pick that up later. Maybe. Or now. It'd really bother it if it didn't pick it up now.