So you’re just going to stand there and watch me do my algebra problems? Um, I can’t think with you hovering over me, watching me. It always makes me think they think I’m working slowly and stupidly (yes, I realize stupidly is not a word) and then they sigh and walk away, making me doubt myself.
I hate when I’m home alone and hear the slightest noise and automatically jump up and look out the window. I live in a fairly safe neighborhood, but my friend lives in a horrible neighborhood with thugs, murders, potheads, and fights. I still feel as if as when I go to look outside, I am going to see an unmarked white van unloading men to break in to my house. Talk about terrifying.
My boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. Now my best friend is pregnant with a baby girl. That was supposed to be my baby girl.
I hate how I try my hardest to be nice and honest but I can never succeed like the guy who isn’t nice to anyone and is a drug addict. He gets the girl, the grades, the car, and the teachers on his side and great people like me get nothing. Why?
I hate it when people lean over and go “did you see that?†No, I just payed $12 to sit here and not watch the movie. Of course I saw it.
I’m a normal sized girl and I’m sick of hearing people say that I’m fat. I’m not fat but I’m not skinny. I weigh 110 lbs, because I’m pretty tall. People tell me I’m fat because I don’t go to the gym. That doesn’t mean I’m fat! I’m only thirteen. Relax. When I’m fourteen I’ll go to the gym.
How dare you hack into my PS3 and take my personal details? I would like to meet these hackers face to face and beat the hell out of them. My credit card details better not get stolen. Get lives, computer nerds. You people and your viruses disrupt the world. You should be ashamed of yourselves.
Today is Easter and I’m at my grandparents’ house. I brought my phone and iPod and headphones with me. My grandma got mad that I was using my iPod. She said that I need to engage in the conversation. Well, they are talking about bridges, gas prices, and politics. I am not going to discuss that. My parents said I have to listen and it’s not fair! They didn’t have that stuff as kids! It’s not my fault their house is so boring!
Tonight I was walking my dog, and some creepy old man started following me around town. I had to call my mom to come pick me up. The only good part is that we stalked him for about 20 minutes after she came. Seriously, and we live in a small town (population not even 250) where supposedly nothing happens!
Miniature heart attack in the dark.