Headaches

They make you feel like you don’t wanna read, and they hurt so bad. I have one right now. Ugh.

Jock Moms

I’m not saying all of them, because a good chunk of my friends are jocks and their moms like me just fine, but I mean the ones who think of you as some no-life loser if you don’t play football, basketball, baseball or soccer.

Today I was at my cousin’s graduation party and there was a lady there (I’ve known her for a while, but we were never that close) and she asked me “Do you play football?” “No.” “Do you play baseball?” “No.” “Do you play soccer?” “No.” “Do you want to next year?” “No.” So she just looks away with some stupid look on her face and raises her eyebrows. I felt like telling her that at least I’m not raising my kid to be a douchebag who thinks kids who don’t play sports are losers.

I mean, I’m still in good shape, I still can run and throw a ball. I have a life, I’m just no jock.

People Who Make Fun of Country Music

I love country music, and the fact that most people think that people who listen to it are hillbillies or something really hurts my feelings.

People Who Say Not To Wear Makeup

I don’t look fake just because I wear makeup. It is your choice to not wear it, and I respect that… So please respect my choice as well.

Autopsies

The thought of being cut up bugs me. I am seriously going to request that even if my death is under suspicious/unknown circumstances, I will not receive an autopsy. I mean why? They are just indescribably horrible. Well, that’s my opinion anyway.

“You Have No WiFi”

I hate how sometimes my iPhone will say that I’m not connected to my WiFi. I go to Settings to choose my WiFi, but as I enter it, it’ll automatically reconnect. You made me exit my game/website/chat for nothing? Really?

No Emails

This may sound pathetic, but I get really disappointed when I have nothing in my inbox the whole day. Even things from Facebook.

No Pretty Clothes

I bought a fashion magazine from another country and it had loads of pretty clothes in it. Then I came back to my home country that doesn’t sell pretty clothes. I wish I could buy some pretty clothes in my home country.

Overthinking

By that I mean thinking about space and infinity and all that stuff. It makes me feel small and pointless and also a bit stuck by the whole thing.

When You Accidentally Mistake Girls for Boys

I was listening to a singer whose name I will not tell to avoid humiliation to that person, and I thought she was a boy. I asked my mom who “he” was and she told me it was a girl. The same thing happened with Justin Bieber, but it was the other way around.