I am worried that you are sick. But I know that Daddy is taking care of you, so you'll be fine.

Each SMS you send me are like hooks, that ask me to come home, stay at home. Eat lunch at home, eat dinner at home. I'll fetch you. I know you're being sweet, and I know I'm not supposed to be mad but the only thing is I think you feel sad that I'm not around. But I can't deal with the guilt you want to make me feel now.

I am 22. Let me go out and have my own life, please, without feeling like I have to keep rejecting your requests time and again. Don't tie me down. I already promised to have lunch with you on Sunday, and I already try to spend 40% of my week at home. Sigh.

Whatever. Time to tune out.