*We pan into a wide shot of my house, with me pacing the floor, and my husband sitting in a chair, doing nothing*
Me:..."what if things get worse long before they get better and you can't undo all the damage you've done, what if things go wrong, and instead of homework you write a song because it's way more ~fuuunn~..."
*I get silence from my husband, earning him a slight glare*
(This senario is inspired by the song "What if things go wrong")