me: [stimming and shaking my hands cause i’m nervous] mom: why are you doing that? i need you to stop before the guests come me: mom, i really can’t i’m sorry mom: well. stop it. [leaves angrily]
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bro three mitski songs about mother issues are playing in my head as i’m hiding from my mom. I’m in the state of my trauma healing that i will listen to my inner teen, and straight up pretend my mother doesn’t exist today. cold shoulder all the way