I go to these stupid dinner parties that I’m waay too old for and I hear my parents answer questions about me. I love watching my parents struggle on simple questions. It’s funny how little my parents really know about me. Try listening to me sometime and maybe you’ll know what universities I applied to. Or that I’m an officer for choir and that I’m in two audition choirs in school. Or what courses I’m even taking this semester. Maybe now you’ll realize why I hate being at home…because you don’t care.
