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oh my god. my mother is so unbelievable. She's so obsessed with creating this image that we're the world's most perfect family and we're never messy and we never have a single fucking toothbrush out of order and we're never the tiniest bit disorganized. everything is always planned three weeks ahead of time. no spurr of the moment shit because that's disorganized and unadmireable and not pefect, god fucking forbid. oh, and did you hear? she dropped a pillow on my floor. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME I HAVEN'T CLEANED MY ROOM YET!? I must be such a HORRIBLE daughter. that pillow is just NOT acceptable, I should know this by now, Jesus Chris I never learn, do I? oh yes, and did I mention my closet wasn't closed all the way? the world may end. five...four...three...two...one.