Arthur hates his life.

If you know me I'm a cheerful person by nature.
Nothing can possibly spoil my mood.
The only thing capable of spoiling my mood would be a call from home at 9pm saying," Arthur! Where are you?! Don't you know its late?! I thought I told you to come home immediately after edge!"
9pm.
Late.
No wonder I have so few friends.
I'm too busy hiding in shame because I have a damn curfew at 9pm.
Yesterday, I reached home at 10.25pm.
We were having visitors, so when i reached home, my parents were like," Huh? so early arh?"
Today, reached home at 10.10pm.
Got scolding for being too late.
Notice the stupidity of the situation.
And think.
Leave a comment on my tagboard.
I need advice.