I can't play. I can't go out. I can't even read my Chinese Wuxia novels. Seriously, am I really going to be eighteen in a few months time or am I dreaming, and am only eight. What is wrong with me playing. If I have finished my work (first time in eons I actually finished my work), the answer is always no. And there is the invariable reference to YOU PROMISED ME AT BLAH BLAHBLAH THAT YOU WOULD NOT PLAY ANYMORE. Well. Why don't you try telling me you won't watch any TV for a whole year. Same idea? I think so. You claim I'm very rushed when I want to use the computer. Who raises her voice at someone else when she misses 3 minutes of her show? The reasoning? I have A Levels. Sure, I know the A Levels are coming.
Seriously.