Surrounded

I am dying to be alone right now. Normally at home, I'm invisible. I love that. Now, I'm constantly being pushed into being a third-wheel so Janet and I can get to know each other better. I have to follow them around with their stupid awkward conversations and I have to sit through all of the lies. "Oh, no. I hate pizza. I never eat it." "I love old movies!" No, Dad. You love pizza. You'd eat it as often as your shrinking brain would let you forget that every time you eat it, you get a massive stomach ache. You don't like old movies. You can't like them. You've never stayed awake long enough to see an entire one. The plots are too slow for your explosion-craving americanized brain. I'm so sick of constantly being surrounded by people. Especially when I'm being a lame-ass third wheel. I want to be alone.