AMANDA
The party or whatever my best friend is hosting at her delicious brother's house continued on, regardless.
Time was disgustingly passing by as I watched the clock not move at all. I would like to say that I'm having a good time, but that's not the case. I'm not enjoying myself at all.
It's incredible that my conversation with Lucas, Samuel's best friend, was more entertaining than this party full of "adult" young people filled with hormones who only want to drink until they're unconscious and f**k like rabbits. If this is the type of fun that people my age enjoy and I don't, that means two things: either I'm bitter or there's something wrong with me, because it can't be normal that I don't enjoy it, right?
I look around and definitely don't see anything that I like or find enter
