Sometimes.

Sometimes, I hate having a portal in our bedroom.

Sometimes, I hate going to the other side.

Sometimes, I hate coming home.

Sometimes, I want things to be different.

Sometimes, I make lists like this because I'm too depressed to put any effort into anything else.

Sometimes I start sentences with the same word over and over.

And then I break the pattern at the end, just cause I can.

(I'm back home now, in case you didn't figure it out.)