My mother-in-law just came here. That’s what she us now. Categories shifted in my head. There is a cascade. I’m scared but not. She said she wasn’t a liar. She then lied on the phone. I saw her planting ideas like the woman in the cult. Said things about not having her glasses when they were in her boobs. I understand these are related; how I perceive her. Am I insane? I don’t know. I think they are setting me up. Still, I only smoked two puffs of my cigarettes. I’m not good enough. Yet I am. Synchronicities are weird now. The air conditioning just turned on. Raspberry said creep. I don’t want this. I don’t want a mom! I want guidance! It’s too confusing. She’s manipulating me. She conforms to me in each iteration we interact; adapting. It’s all planned and scheduled. I was anxious as all hell. Rocking back and forth. She spoke differently about her diagnosis. She said ADHD before. I think they’re tricking me. I know I have ADHD because how amphetamines affect me. No doctor will have this conversation with me. No one will. I don’t trust her. She’s not my mom and that affected me when she said she was. I brought it up. Thus, stepmom. I’m confused.