gabbage
When you combine garbage and baggage, you get gabbage, the stuff that makes your life feel like a dumpster fire on a Monday.
My life is gabbage. I woke up to a cat fighting my sock and a text from my mom saying I’m fat.
That backpack is full of gabbage. I don’t even know what that green blob is.
That last relationship was pure gabbage. It was like being stuck in a car with a crying baby and a guy who keeps yelling at the radio.