I wish I had a curfew.
I'm pretty sure that statement just gave 99% of teenagers heart attacks due to shock. It's not so much that I want to come home at a certain time every night, I just want to know what time I'm supposed to come home without getting in trouble. Until now, I've never really had an established curfew, but last night I got home around 12 and suddenly I get in trouble.And I can't go see Harry Potter since apparently it's too late. IT'S HARRY FUCKING POTTER.
It's not like a curfew would make a difference anyways. People who know me well know that bending time is one of my favorite pastimes.
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