Am.
Going.
To.
Scream.
I don't understand how my mother thinks I can do the five things she asks of me at the same time.
I finish one to get yelled at for not doing the other four.
Thanks.
Merryy Christmas.
We're so dysfunctional..
She spent like half an hour in the bathroom crying because she couldn't fix the toilet.
Crying about how she's all alone.
really mom?
really?
because I have to deal with your shit all the time
shut up.
Don't sit there and bitch about how dad isn't here to help.
YOU MADE THAT DECISION.
Today is not a good day.
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