I live in Vancouver, where we had the Olympics last year. Since they were such a success, so many people were left feeling nostalgic and sad when they finished. The city planned to hold a massive outdoor party downtown on the anniversary of the opening ceremony… and it poured rain.
He bought a $500 TV and won’t let anyone watch it! It just sits there in the middle of the living room, taunting me.
They suck the life out of all students.
I love my mom, but I hate the way she treats me. She hits me, swears at me, punishes me just because she can and plays favorites with my siblings! She can say whatever she wants, and I have to just deal with it. The second I get mad, it’s the world’s worst crime, but it’s fine for her to hit me in the face. But when I punch my brother, it’s not okay. She also calls me fat and ugly. But then she got angry when I became anorexic and bulimic as a result of her comments. I’m never good enough.
I’m three days behind in school because my mom gave me a flu that makes me run a fever of 102° and makes it almost impossible to breathe with my chronically weak lungs, and now I’ve got my period. Seriously?!
Especially when they come in when there is a sex scene or someone is murdered.
Yes, I understand that many of the kids at my school come from extremely dysfunctional families that make their lives harder than mine. I know many of them are never supported by their parents, and I truly feel bad for them, but that pity only stretches so far. I go to that school and bust my butt every day for straight As. I know some of the credit goes to my parents for teaching me to take pride in hard work, but even if they hadn’t, I don’t think I’d have Fs and Ds and an array of detentions under my belt. I’m sorry, but we all have to work with what we’re given, even if that means bucking up and setting down the Xbox remote to attempt actually doing homework.
I make people laugh easily, but the truth is, I’m hurting outside and the real me is waiting to come out. The fact that my most trusted so-called “friends†aren’t in contact with me anymore makes me feel worse.
I’m planning on becoming a surgeon when I get older, and history does not do anything to support that.
This drives me nuts! My sister always steals my socks from the dryer and when I go to put some on, I have none! Her feet are way bigger then mine and she stretches them out. She always stains my nice white socks with dirt that never seems to come out. And then, when she can’t find her own socks, she blames me for taking them. What a hypocrite!