My mother: someone who gives so many fucks about impressions. Whenever I want to wear one of my sweaters to a hangout with friends, she’s like, “No! It’s dirty and we need to make a good impression.” News flash: I wore this sweater to school before and my friends have seen it before. She doesn’t fucking care. Just cuz there’s one stupid stain. So? It just shows how much it’s well loved! She’s so stuck-up on proper etiquette and thinks me and my sister should act like ladies. It’s just so fucking dumb.