My fucking mom annoys the hell out of me.
She complains constantly about the way I do laundry/dishes/etc, but she KNOWS they'd never get done if I didn't do them. Earlier,she came into my room, and a shirt had fallen off of my bed. Okay, so it had JUST fallen, and I hadn't picked it up yet. I was JUST about to get it, and all of a sudden my door flings open and she starts screaming about how I'm an "ungrateful little bitch".
What the hell? I'm ungrateful of myself, since I bought the damn clothes? Ungrateful of myself, because I fucking keep the house clean?
Fuck...
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Okay, I'm done now.
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i wish forgetting you was as easy as getting into
your underwear.