Oh, come on, I’m the one who feeds you when everybody else is asleep, cleans your litter tray, and gives you yoghurt when no one else is looking. And you don’t love me back. At least my other cat loves me, but he wakes me up in the night to get attention.
My boyfriend and I have been together for three years and are serious about getting married in the next few years. Most people are usually like, “aww, that’s so sweetâ€, but then there are those people who are all, “really? I don’t believe you. Where’s the ring? ’Cause if he hasn’t actually proposed, you better watch out.†Seriously? You just asked me about how it’s going, I told you, and you think an appropriate response is telling me my relationship has no meaning? Cool. ’Cause you totally have the authority to do that.
I hate it when someone describes a situation they find ridiculous or irritating, then follows it with an incredulous “seriously?!†Although, in reality, I suppose I just hate how prevalent this is, since on occasion it’s a legitimate thing to do.
I was just surfing through channels and happened upon the show iCarly. One of the girls was wearing a purple striped shirt with a neon pink, green, and orange zebra pattern tank top over it. The shirts don’t match in any way. It made me wonder how the costume designer got the idea that that is what teenage girls should wear, because I’ve never seen anyone wearing such an outfit until this show.
I can’t stand it when a teacher assigns a large amount of homework and says it’s due the next day. So of course I stay up late trying to finish it so I won’t get a bad grade. Then I get to school and the teacher doesn’t check it! I could have slept another two hours!
It really bothers me when I have a dream and people say it’s not going to happen. I’m fifteen and I know I’m going to marry my boyfriend. You can say it’s not going to happen, you can have your doubts, but please keep them to yourselves. I’m in love, and who are you to tell me my dreams aren’t going to come true?
I’m so sick of people not believing in love. Love makes you believe. It makes you hope. I love love!
There is this guy in my class who has one blind eye. It used to really creep me out, and I tried to avoid him because I’d always feel uncomfortable next to him. Today we were partners in a class we both take and at first I was like “Why? Why me? And why with him?!†and I tried to not talk to him because I was grossed out. But we finished the assignment early, so he started a conversation with me and it turned out he is a really cool person. Now I just feel like a jerk because I didn’t notice his awesome personality behind his appearance. People, don’t be like me. I feel so dumb.
When I am distressed, I will begin clawing at the skin on my arms and face. I often don’t realize I’m doing it, and no one ever tries to get me to stop, even though I’ve made it clear to my friends that I want them to.
To top it off, my parents don’t take this seriously, and think it’s just a “bad habitâ€. No parental support means no medical help.
If I keep doing this, I’ll probably have scars. I’ve tried cutting my nails, too, but even then I just start gnawing on my lower lip until it bleeds.
Compulsive self harm sucks.
Okay, kids, let’s all gather around and sing about a disease that killed millions of people!