Being a brat would suggest immaturity, of which I am sorely lacking. You, on the other hand, make up for it in plenty and are more than fitting for such a title as brat--and, oh, how I envy you for it. Pity that you should be the one to be born with the charm. What was left for me?
I wouldn't call it hiding, so much as a journey of self-awareness and maddening moments of utter solitude. Sri Lanka is beautiful, I scoff at your opinion. Perhaps if you had gone there and partook in all that it had to offer you'd develop a fondness for it as well. Yes, that may have much to do with it and I can't understand why you're so adverse to the stern guidance she tries to offer.
Crash on your futon? While that seems highly appealing in some regard, I've got myself a bed thank you. I'm staying at the dorms on campus and it really isn't all that bad. But I would like to see my brother. Perhaps catch up?