it cant hurt

"finish what you've started!" she screamed at her.
"You can't just leave things hanging, you can't just do that!" her arms were flailing above her head. "You also cant fucking not clean up after yourself and expect to be happy!" Mary knew that cleanliness wasn't the main reason she was unhappy, but it sure didnt help. "And you know what really pisses me off about you is? You're fucking bullshit. You've got nothing together! Nothing! You're a slob, sometimes a bitch, unorganized, needy, and fucking emotional!"

"Stop! Mary! Stop!" her mother came charging in only to find Mary standing in front of her mirror. Red cheeks that looked like they burned due to the dry weather and the amount of salty tears streaming down her face. Black x's were drawn on the mirror.
"Mary, this is ridiculous!" She grabbed her by the shoulders and held her tightly.
Mary sobbed into her mother's shoulder. Unable to control the gasping and the tears.
"This isn't going to help you in the least bit my dear."

"I.... I.... just" gasp "can't take" gasp, snot, gasp, "this anymore!" her voice piqued at the end of the word more.

"Honey, you've got to find better ways of dealin with these tings"