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why the hell is her mom so fucked up in the head? i cant even have the shades cracked without her thinking someones gonna break in. honestly though if someone was able to break in and actually found stuff. useful stuff. i say good for them. this house is a fucking mess. the people that live here are a fucking mess. and i guess yeah that does include me. how can you grow up to be a hoarder. people just dont wake up and say let me keep everything and anything that doesnt have meaning and know exactly where they are. and the things i actually need to keep track of lose just because. i cant have the screen cracked. are you kidding me? all because you think someones gonna break in well theyll take one step in this place want want to be out. this house is the worst when it comes to finding stuff. you place it down for a second and the next time you go to look for it you have no idea where it went. its disgusting idk about you guys but when i wake up in the morning i dont like walking on tons of clothes and hitting random things in the dark. i like a clear path. a clean room. and a clean life. no one lives like this and is just okay with it. she needs fucking medical attention. she needs a fucking therapist. SOMETHING!!! Take Me Out Of My Misery!!!!!