Does it occur to you ever that you are pushed to go somewhere you don't want to go and your mother is like after you to take up your ass and get ready? And now that you are in the car, with all the nasty expressions pouring out of your eyes and imprinted on your cheek, you wonder that maybe its good to go out. You know, if not to meet those people, maybe just for a glass of raspberry juice?
Its good to go out. Sometimes. When you are frustrated, inside.