I fucking hate people.
Especially parties.
It might be my fifteenth, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to participate in the celebration like my twin sister keeps insisting. I don’t like the attention or being around groups in general.
Mum told me we could have a joint party; we’ve been doing it this way for years. But fuck that – I hate it. And if I hear the song “Single Ladies” one more time, I will lose my shit.