therapy
when i was a child my mom got me therapy so that i would
be more organized and less messy. last summer i broke my arm and ended
up staying with my parents for a little while, when my dad took me to
my apartment to get some clothes he was disgusted by how messy it was.
it is a studio apartment so my bedroom is my living area, so all my
shit is constantly on the floor. my mom has vowed to clean my apartment
in december when she has some time off. well a few days ago she got
mad…at me! because she wasted all that money on therapy. it’s not
bullshit though, she did waste her money. in my last apartment my
roommate and i’s girlfriends both claimed that they got rashes on the
bottoms of their feet from walking barefoot on our kitchen floor
because it was so nasty.
