Brat

I don't want to act my age. I will behave like an eight year old not getting his/her way. Dammit. I'm right, you're wrong and why are you arguing with me?


I want to act like a child, but I still want my coffee. Hot with cream and don't you dare put any sugar in it.

Now I will walk away from you, not kiss or hug you goodbye, and give you the cold shoulder until I forget about it and realize you might be right.

But you aren't right because I am.

I'm not going to wash the fucking dishes.

I stomp my feet at you.