I said I’d start my English paper at 2 pm. Well, I got hungry at about 1:57, so I thought it could wait two hours. At 4, I decided it wasn’t even that late yet, so I pushed it back to 7, then again, to 9. Now, it’s 11:48 on Sunday night, and I’m screwed.
Today, I realized it was your birthday. Now I can’t stop thinking about you, and it’s sickening me. We haven’t even seen each other for three months, let alone had a relationship for at least a year.
I hate how I still remember the day you were born.
I hate looking at my boyfriend every day knowing we’re too young for the future I want with him. He honestly is the guy I want to marry, but we are too young for it and it kills me knowing that.
I know that it’s important, but not all of it is. Fractions I understand. But some of it I’ll never use in my life again.
My mom is going to the hospital because of pain. I wish pain didn’t even exist.
“Mrs.†means a married woman. “Ms.†means an unmarried woman. “Mr.†just means a man. Wow. That is just rude to leave out men like that.
Yes, they only want what’s best. But I’m a fourteen year old girl, and I’m sorry, I don’t want to wear that reindeer sweater vest you bought me for Christmas. I suppose it’s logical to ground me for a week. And I got an A- in science, so I have a 3.9 GPA instead of a 4.0. Go ahead and tack on another 2 weeks to my sentence. Sometimes I want to fail all my classes and get into drugs just to show you how bad I could really be.
Everything goes just as planned in a fake town when all the fake people act plastic!
When I lie, my mom hides all of my video games! And she hides them well! And when she lies to me I get in trouble! So she lies, I get in trouble, I lie, I still get in trouble!
I hate it when in school I write something so good for a contest, but later find out I failed. I mean, I worked my butt off for something I loved and they say it isn’t good. At least say the parts you like!