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I’m about to lose my mind.

I know it’s just a lack of sleep, too much work, and being over-caffeinated, but fucking shit.

My mom did all my laundry, and I want her to fucking stop because she’s ruining my clothes.

I don’t have clothes that can just go in the wash. My clothes need to go in the delicate cycle or else they’ll shrink or get deformed and won’t fit properly. FUCK.

Edit; 

I went back to my mom’s room to yell at her, but as soon as I said that I told her before that I wanted to do my own laundry, she looked like she was gonna start crying and said she was sorry, that she thought she’d separated my laundry, and that she was just trying to help because I literally have no time to do my laundry right now.

So I gave her a hug instead of a lecture.