^ Definitely know how you feel about being a prisoner. Before my brother moved out, he would always invite friends over. And, of course being the chicken that I am, I would usually just shut myself in my room until they left the house.Anxious.
It seems my heart knows no other tempo besides vivace.
EDIT: And angry. I'm a prisoner in my own bedroom because my brother has invited his friends over and I'm to afraid to go out there. And I'm just plain tired - I really don't want to be bothered.
Sorry - there's a lot going on for my first post!
humiliated. my landlord was home this whole time i was belting out empassioned ballads. HOW IS HE HOME? WHERE WAS HIS CAR? i was watchingthe window for this reason. no car. but he is upstairs! WTF? dying.
abit crappy, got parents coming over ina min do do some jobs for me , and cook dinner, really dont feel like compony today , just wanna hide
^ Definitely know how you feel about being a prisoner. Before my brother moved out, he would always invite friends over. And, of course being the chicken that I am, I would usually just shut myself in my room until they left the house.
No need to apologize.It's all just about how you feel. Welcome to the site!
A life half lived, is that a life worth living?
Dinner sounds nice. Just be around for them. Don't really have to say anything. Let them ask the questions. I am well aware the moment may have already come to an end prior to my response. If that is true, hope it all went well.