So my Dad rings me, while I’m trying to nap because I have to go to work tonight and starts getting grumpy at me for asking my Auntie if I can have my 21st at her house. It’s ruuuuuude and why don’t I just have it at their dump in Rockingham instead. Because your house it a shit hole and its in Rockingham and call me a snob but my friends don’t want to come down there, I don’t even want to go down there. Why don’t I just have something with the family? Because I have friends and I would rather celebrate with them than with my fucked up family who I can’t stand. Oh and I didn’t come to you to organise it because you are all broke and can’t give me any money for it anyways. So I went to Auntie Cathy because it would be a cheaper night and I wouldn’t have to pull money out my own ass for my own 21st. No I don’t know what I want to do yet. I did, but you just pulled that out from under me because its rude. Stop pestering me and asking the same question over and over again, I DON’T KNOW. I’m half asleep because I’m working my ass off to try and actually do something with my life, unlike you! gaaaaaaaah.