Again, I find myself in the same spot where I usually am.
In trouble for staying in my room, as opposed to being outside of my room, working on a new art piece, or say reading a nice book, or just trying to watch TV.
Of course I can do all three of the said above activities both in and out of my room, but I like my quiet. I like my privacy. I like keeping my things out of the chubby hands of a certain little brother.
It's hard to get this point across to my family.
There's no point in arguing. I only argue with people I don't spend time with 20 out of 24 hours a day.
Sheesh. I'm never going to get this new art piece done.