I hope my mom’s boyfriend gets shot in the foot. He’s always accusing me of doing stuff that I don’t even do. I mean, I’m actually used to being inside my house everyday, why the hell would I go to a party? Actually, none of my friends in real life are old enough to even party! Dude, calm your shit. Oh, and I didn’t block crap on my phone, you just aren’t bright enough to know all smartphones lock themselves after a while of no use. C'mon. Also, stop getting mad, just ‘cause I want to sleep in rather than speak to you. By the way, my mouth was dry, I wasn’t even going to breathe a word to my mom, either. Now, grow up and leave me alone, kay? C: