I totally don't support the idea. It's like having this long, beautiful life in front of you - just close enough to touch it - but only just. And then ... puff... somebody takes it away. Sorry time's up. Maybe you'll make it tomorrow.
I feel cheated. My parents payed good money for giving me a life. And then the idiots just say; Time's up! Go to bed. You have work tomorrow. You're kind of tired, too. Right?
Aaaarrrhhhh, I just want to do so muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch!
That's it. Goodnight with frustration.
Rebecca
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