Today, in my high school English class, I was asked how to spell “orangeâ€. Last week, I was asked to spell “obeseâ€. This one girl didn’t know it was possible to survive a plane crash. She thought you automatically died, no matter what. She had to read aloud from the text book and couldn’t pronounce the word “partialâ€. She distracts the class every day with her stupidity, and we never get any work done.
Yesterday I went to the mall. After watching Beastly and drinking a large beverage, I ran to the little girl’s room. To my surprise, I found a big present in one of the stalls that almost made me barf! I just needed to pee, but that person did so much more than pee!
I hate how at school, there is a popularity chain. Now, I’m not at the very top—but I am pretty well known, yet I am not at the very bottom—I have friends, groups, etc. But I hate to see the people who have no friends; the ones who hang their heads low as they walk. It pains me to see this. I mean, everybody should have at least one friend, right? Sometimes, I wish I could go and befriend them, make them not so lonely—as you probably have wanted to at times. Yet, we do nothing, and the cycle goes on and on.
I love my boyfriend, but his mom is so annoying! She is always trying to see what we are doing and she never leaves us alone! She made us play a board game with her the whole time I was there!
I don’t want to read about your bad day of sixth grade or your disagreements with your mom about not being allowed to wear a bra. Just stop. Life is so easy at that age. Everything you “hate†will seem so distant once the real problems set in. Delete this app, enjoy life. You’re young, go play outside.
I’m not saying I want a boyfriend. It’s just sometimes I’m in a position when I would like one.
And my mom said I can’t have one until I go to college. College! Just because she was 21 when she had her first actual boyfriend. And that was only because she had strict parents and lived in South America when she was young, so her parents were protective. And my dad just follows along with whatever she says.
I know she thinks she’s losing her little girl. But she isn’t. I’m still me, and getting a boyfriend wouldn’t make me love my family any less. I just feel I could use one sometimes. Someone to comfort me and tell me I’m beautiful. Not them, because they’re my parents and probably just say that to make me feel better.
In my head, I sound great, but when I record myself and listen to it—am I really that bad?
I hate this auto-correct! I know I can take it off, but of course I never do. If you saw that one post here, Tucking My Yum, that was mine. It was supposed to be Yucking My Yum, but of course the auto-correct snuck right in there without me noticing and because of that, I got like forty disagreements.
I wish my acne would get better. I scrub my face every morning and use wipes every night. Right when I think my face is clear, I feel a bump growing on my head. It’s disgusting and uncalled for. When one comes, more follow. Most everyone but me has clear, clean skin while mine is gross! I also got this kind of young, in 5th grade. It’s not fair!
I hate it when my best friend won’t let me hang out with the two girls she doesn’t like because they were in a fight last year. Then I end up losing her because I still hang out with them anyway.