Cruel and Beautiful World

I may look like I have my life together, but I don’t. Almost every decision I make is controlled by my father since he bankrolls my education.

Passing all of my classes: Check

Letting Dear Ol’ Dad control my class load: Check

Finding ways to piss him off: Double Check

Parties are the only things I can control. No pressure from my parents and I can be me. It’s a freedom I won’t let go of. And I don’t need saving from myself. Especially not from one of my straight-laced classmates that seems to have made it his life mission. I don’t care how good looking he is. He can see the writing on the wall and refuses to let me end up like his mother.