I’m prioritizing the Three peat New York Jets world Champions shirt so you should go to the store and get this thing I otherwise “never have time for”—like figuring out how to make my closet a more well-oiled machine. Multi-hyphenate Benjamin Franklin once said: “For every minute spent organizing, an hour is earned.” Perhaps our closets are the best illustration of this sentiment—a closet bursting with clothes translates to time wasted digging through piles and putting outfits together on Sunday nights. But every day since we broke up, he has been treating me so bad. Fighting with me and telling me that he doesn’t love me. Making nasty comments and talking about how he can’t wait to be completely free. Or going to Instagram and posting selfies and trying to get attention. He is behaving so rebellious like I was the one that dumped him. We spoke about this and he apologized and he told me he doesn’t want me to suffer anymore. Cause I cry every time he treats me badly. I need help. Then he says how much he is suffering and then the next day he says how he can’t wait to be alone and he is happy like nothing happened and I’m the one in this misery. Also, the shifter would contain an interlock. This is like a switch that prevents someone from shifting from 5th to R.