Oh my fucking goodness...she's been in this house for 60 minutes, and sadly, all I want right now is that she get the fuck out. How the hell am I supposed to get my shit done with her fucking lecturing me on how to feel about and act in my relationship with my mother?
My plans would not have become so fucking complicated and risky if she hadn't come home on a fucking Wednesday.
This house is volatile tonight. This stress is getting close to unbearable.
My plans would not have become so fucking complicated and risky if she hadn't come home on a fucking Wednesday.
This house is volatile tonight. This stress is getting close to unbearable.
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