Those who have seen my previous threads know about my clothes situation.
I literally live in a pigsty. My mom keeps giving me piles of clothes she buys for me and throws a hissy fit if I throw anything out. I live in a tiny den so there's no room for anything. I just cracked my skull on the wall because I was trying to grab a book that's buried in my closet. There's piles of clothes all around my bed so you can't walk unless you walk through piles of clothes and shit which is very unbalancing. As I was leaning over the edge of the corner to grab the book the door slid and I fell and hit my head on the wall. I was so fucking mad because if my mom didn't keep making me take more clothes I wouldn't climb through an obstacle course to get across my room. I've hit my head on the wall SOOOOOO many times going to the bathroom beause there's piles of clothes in the hall that I often trip on, and the bathroom floor has a ton of clothes that my piss splash gets on.
I called her today and one of the first thing she said was that she had a NEW SHIRT FOR ME.... I literally lost it
>"NO, NO, NO! I can't take it! DONT YOU DARE GIVE ME ANY MORE CLOTHES DON'T YOU DARE. I fucking HATE MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU. I cracked my skull open because of all the fucking clothes piling up and I can't even go to the bathroom because there's so much fucking clothes everywhere. I'm living in an inhumane pigsty it's a fucking pigsty I'm a FUCKING PIG because of you. DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT GIVING ME THAT!"
My mom started yelling back about how I should be grateful she's buying clothes, I responded
>"HUMAN RIGHTS, HUMAN RIGHTS, HUMAN FUCKING RIGHTS, THIS IS INHUMANE YOU FUCKING TOILET, IM LIVING IN MY OWN FILTH, I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT. IM LIVING LIKE A PIG IN A PIGSTY AHHHHHHH I FUCKING HATE THIS I CANT STAND TO LIVE LIKE THIS, I WILL CALL A HUMAN RIGHTS LAWYER IF YOU TRY TO GIVE ME THAT BECAUSE THIS IS INHUMANE, I CANT LIVE I CAN'T FUCKING LIVE LIKE THIS!!! IM THROWING THE CLOTHES OUT RIGHT NOW!"
My mom started freaking out:
>"NOOOOOOOOOOO DONT THROW IT OUT I BOUGHT YOU THOSE CLOTHES I PAID FOR THOSE CLOTHES YOU CANT THROW THEM OUT"
I yelled again:
>"I don't give a flying fuck if you paid for them, they're killing me they're literally killing me because I can't even fucking move without cracking my SKULL OPEN!"
I then hung up on her JFL.
I literally live in a pigsty. My mom keeps giving me piles of clothes she buys for me and throws a hissy fit if I throw anything out. I live in a tiny den so there's no room for anything. I just cracked my skull on the wall because I was trying to grab a book that's buried in my closet. There's piles of clothes all around my bed so you can't walk unless you walk through piles of clothes and shit which is very unbalancing. As I was leaning over the edge of the corner to grab the book the door slid and I fell and hit my head on the wall. I was so fucking mad because if my mom didn't keep making me take more clothes I wouldn't climb through an obstacle course to get across my room. I've hit my head on the wall SOOOOOO many times going to the bathroom beause there's piles of clothes in the hall that I often trip on, and the bathroom floor has a ton of clothes that my piss splash gets on.
I called her today and one of the first thing she said was that she had a NEW SHIRT FOR ME.... I literally lost it
>"NO, NO, NO! I can't take it! DONT YOU DARE GIVE ME ANY MORE CLOTHES DON'T YOU DARE. I fucking HATE MY LIFE BECAUSE OF YOU. I cracked my skull open because of all the fucking clothes piling up and I can't even go to the bathroom because there's so much fucking clothes everywhere. I'm living in an inhumane pigsty it's a fucking pigsty I'm a FUCKING PIG because of you. DONT YOU DARE THINK ABOUT GIVING ME THAT!"
My mom started yelling back about how I should be grateful she's buying clothes, I responded
>"HUMAN RIGHTS, HUMAN RIGHTS, HUMAN FUCKING RIGHTS, THIS IS INHUMANE YOU FUCKING TOILET, IM LIVING IN MY OWN FILTH, I CANT FUCKING TAKE IT. IM LIVING LIKE A PIG IN A PIGSTY AHHHHHHH I FUCKING HATE THIS I CANT STAND TO LIVE LIKE THIS, I WILL CALL A HUMAN RIGHTS LAWYER IF YOU TRY TO GIVE ME THAT BECAUSE THIS IS INHUMANE, I CANT LIVE I CAN'T FUCKING LIVE LIKE THIS!!! IM THROWING THE CLOTHES OUT RIGHT NOW!"
My mom started freaking out:
>"NOOOOOOOOOOO DONT THROW IT OUT I BOUGHT YOU THOSE CLOTHES I PAID FOR THOSE CLOTHES YOU CANT THROW THEM OUT"
I yelled again:
>"I don't give a flying fuck if you paid for them, they're killing me they're literally killing me because I can't even fucking move without cracking my SKULL OPEN!"
I then hung up on her JFL.
