Priorities
You know what really bugs me? People who don’t have their priorities straight. I can’t talk to my sister because my parents don’t have their goddamn priorities straight. She doesn’t have a phone yet, because she’s too young, but I don’t even know what they’re scared of. Some of her friends got phones when they were seven. I got one when I was twelve, and I’m the only dumb one in my family. Phoebe’s probably twice as smart as I am, and they don’t have any plans to get her a phone yet. What are they worried about? She’s been getting A’s ever since she started school, and she’s not the type to get suckered in by some pervert. But no, she’s too young. So I can’t call or text her or anything, and I can’t give my parents a message because as soon as I say anything they’ll be all over me asking where I’ve been and where I am and telling me to come back right away and I just don’t want to deal with that right now.
