Please note, my mother isn’t actually diagnosed with any mental illness. She just genuinely flips out when she’s tired over silly ridiculous things…
For everyone’s information
I’m sick of my mothers psychotic episodes! For god sake! I cannot separate my fathers black fucking socks from my own black fucking socks once they are up on the clothes line! You bring the clothes in they all get mixed up! They are fucking SOCKS. Who gives a flying fuck who they belong to! Just give me 3 pairs and give the rest to my father!!! Why the fuck is that something to have a fit over, you insane schizophrenic nut case!!