The highway don't care if you're all alone

But I do...

It's past 1am. I promised my baby bro I'll watch football later. So I don't think I'm getting any sleep tonight. I don't really want it anyway. It's CNY, everything goes upside down. I'll sleep during the day, wake up when the doorbell rings to say hi and get my money and look polite and shit.

I'll talk about home today.

So, home is great. It's, well, home. But the thing is, every time, all the 3 times, I came home, the first thing I get is complaints. About the traffic, about the weather about the delay, about how I look... The first sentence I hear when I climb into the car was always a negative comment. 

Then I get home, and my mom will start to tell me what to do. Schedule driving lesson, fix this fix that, arrange this arrange that... And I'll be like OMG WTH I JUST CAME HOME I DESERVE A PEACEFUL MOMENT. And apparently, according to my parents, I'm spending way to much time holding my phone and staring into the computer. Which, is so not true. I connect, with people. That's all. I'm not even addicted to it. And then they start making weird assumptions. 

It's like my coming back brings nothing but gloom. They kept telling me how good my sister had been, and how much I've been spending, and how I'm not concentrating on my studies. Like they know!!! I'm so sick of them doubting me, to the extend that I don't even care what they think anymore. Keep blaming, it's none of my business.