WIYB

so I'm about to go to a sweet 16. for some reason...the longer i sit here waiting for the party to start, the more i reflect on myself...for instance...the other day someone told me I'm conceited... i never thought i was... but i guess if that person thinks so, others might too. personally i don't want to be seen as conceited. nor snobby. nor anything else really... thinking about it now...its strange to me that this person thought of me that way...i would assume someone who is conceited would constantly praise themselves for everything they do...this...is not..me..if anything.. I'm too hard on myself at times...so why the fuck do they think

so my parents told me they were gona b outa town til wednesday night so wat i did was invited some friends from skool to come over and have a drink or two...an hour or so after they left my parents walk in the door and see that i have all the drink mixes out and me caught red handed pouring myself a fresh one stands there looking like a deer in headlights...i was like o crap how am i gona get out of this... b4 my dad comes back downstairs, my mom tells me that she doesn't mind ppl over but the drinks might b too much...wen she goes upstairs my dad finally comes down and asks wat I'm drinking. i should him the mix and tequila and he hands me