Alright, Bitch. I'm going to say this one more time... I'M EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD. I can go outside at night and watch the stars if I want to! And I can make my own plans. So thanks for telling me about my babysitting gig the night of the party that I made plans to go to and thanks a ton for telling me after I agreed to pick my friends up. Now my friends are off, and I have to wait until tomorrow to tell them that they need to find other rides.
And thanks oodles for letting me know that you missed me while I was gone by engaging me in a fight an hour after I got home. It's so welcoming. I wonder why I don't like staying and holding in-depth conversations with you. No wonder I can only take your company for ten-minute intervals. UGOSKLDJF:LSIDJFSDKFSDIJFSKDIFS:DIJFS:DILFJS:LDKJF:KLJCVNKDJFOSDIF
Anyway. I love you. But please, please realize that I'm eighteen.
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Don't You Dare: Alexz Johnson
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