Go Ahead and Ask Me

I'm running away.

I hate you. You never raise my allowance. You expect me to be in bed by 4:30am every night. I work 3-6 nights a week. I have 14 credit hours and 3 non-credit hours of school.

I can't take it, I'm running away.

Not really. I'm just going home for Thanksgiving. Don't expect me to be haunting you for a few days! Happy T-day, all!