15 years of my life, and you’re just now buying me a car?? I get up to check the bank account this morning and you’ve spent over $200 on games and lunch. I spent $55 on a week’s worth of groceries. The nerve of you. You b+st+rd. To move me to this hellhole, knowing I’ve never been so close to a major highway in my life, and you can’t even turn the air down low enough to block out traffic. And I asked you to, as you were standing by the thermostat. How long am I supposed to wait on the boy to become a man? I have really wasted my life.