You've Left Me No Choice

emily (1)

Parties. Who actually enjoys them? I mean, the dancing is nice.. and the drinking isn't too bad either but-- what's the point? I would honestly rather be at home, or with real friends. I'm 21 years old, and saying that. I can't believe myself. I put on my dress. Why does it fit like that? Should I change? No. I'm late already. I hate the frats. I brush my hair. Just take your time. Who cares if I'm late? I'll like it more any way. Less time at that gross fraternity house will do anyone a favor. At least they get their maids to sort of clean it before these stupid things. What's the point? I put on my jewelry. My hoop earrings.. the small ones. Those are my favorite. My rings.. two on each hand. And finally, my mother's necklace. I hope she's doing okay.. I should call her. I put on my shoes. They have a nice heel. Off I go. I roll my eyes as I step into my car.