All mixed in together

I am honestly not able to clearly distinguish between my clothes and my mom's clothes, or between the items to keep and the items to give away, or between the things I was given versus the things I bought. They are all mixed in together for me, one big lump of "my stuff" scattered all over my apartment.


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