You know I hate it when people touch my things. I'm not okay with people touching things that I put outside for all to see, even if you're just trying to make the place cleaner. And so I was really quite glad when my sister said she's getting married. Which means that the room will be mine and nobody will touch my things. Unfortunately, her house is still not ready despite her being off the shelves so I'm stilll stuck on mine, which causes the problem.
Crumpled clothes.
I left the house with some very crumpled top and so the father was making noise. So who gets to hear his incessant mumbling? The mum. And so in my one friendly and happy phonecall home to tell her that I'm off work at this really godly (as opposed to ungodly) hour, she told me that she took out all the clothes in my wardrobe. Now that's awesome because it only means I'll have to put it all back later. Thanks mum for your effort in trying to help me clear my cupboard, but it's not going to help unless I have more space. And yes, you touch my things. No, I'm not saying you cannot touch my things because you are mum and you can touch everything and anything you want. I don't know if I'm upset that you are wasting your effort or that you are touching my things but I'm upset. I know I am strange and awkward. I cannot help it. Maybe this is my kind of privacy, even if it's just useless clothes. I just don't want anybody to touch my things. No touching.
Grah and now i'm reaching home in another bus stop...
//oversized race tee
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