Gibberish in the morning just because I didn't take the antibiotics for my face on time. Gibberish in the afternoon just because I'm using Wikipedia when I'm supposed to do mathematics. Gibberish because my room has been barged into by my grandpa, talking nonstop about the risks of cycling with my friends today. "The other day someone died because he cycled."
So what? If everyone were afraid of cycling nobody would be making money out of bicycles anymore.
"Then those people are the foolish ones."
"Then I'd rather be foolish."
I'm sick of arguing with you, old man. What, you want me cooped up in this hellhole? Home would be the best place in the world - without that old man's nagging. Just go do your own business, for God's sake, and don't bombard me with senseless conclusions that can be easily toppled by a one-liner. What, I'm already 16, for crying out loud! Stop keeping me in the house - you'll never succeed.
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