I don't understand Mom sometimes. After yet another round of telling me how to organize the closet she brings me more clothes and actually makes a concerted effort to get clothes I would actually enjoy wearing. She can be such a contradiction and it shocks me sometimes the little kindnesses she's capable of. It's not that I'm ungrateful; I just wish she would treat me with the basic respect I ask of anyone and not feel the need to tell me what to do or how to do the simplest things. I guess that's it for now.
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