I brought up that coming-of-age dance that I had. Do you want to know what happened in the end?

In the end, nothing happened at all because of that careless silly lad. I gave him a good slap.

Every time I moved to the wrong beat, he purposefully stepped on top of my foot. I got tired of overly arrogant reminders.

How bold.

I had enough of his tantrums, and there was a crowd of assholes around us. I offended everybody.

But I didn't really mind, because they wanted to control me. Fuck them, I hate them.