12 April 2012
Welcome to the tortures of teenage life: walking upstairs at a house party to hide from the possibilities of socialising and telling your mother it is 'cooler' upstairs and then she goes "Are your age-mates up here?" Sees a random guy, and goes "How old are you?" He replies, "15." I run as fast as I can to leave the premises. After we eat, the guy is having a conversation with a two year old, the two year old says "Your hands smell like poo." He replies "No, my hands smell like ladies." While smirking at me. Give me a shotgun so I can die using the 'Bree' effect...
The Tortures Of Teenage Life • Opuss № I