First off, walk into my dorm room. Don't give me much of a warning. Then while you're checking out the other bedroom to make sure it's ready for another roommate, make weird conversation with me. I'll go with it, but I know it's coming. Then ask me if I still get "those people to look after me" because that's totally your business.

Let me tell you, nobody looks after me. I look after my damn self. Sure, I need help but it's when I want it, on my damn terms. I don't have to call anyone until four AM if that's what I feel like doing. Ugh, fuck off. I'm not anyone's question box.

It's annoying that I can't tell everyone off when I feel like it. Sometimes it's just not the time.