Cancer

I loved my mother. She wasn’t there for my wedding and now she’ll never be able to hold her gorgeous new granddaughter.

Parents Not Believing You

I used to hate reading books, but now I read them all the time, only online, because I don’t have time to go the library. Whenever my dad starts talking about internet addiction it goes like the following.

“You’re on your computer again, using Facebook and all sorts of other stuff that doesn’t teach you anything.”

“No, dad. I’m reading.”

“Reading? Pfft… What are you reading, then?”

“To Kill a Mockingbird.”

“Yeah, right. You read that in eighth grade.”

“I was just rereading it, because it’s interesting.”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you weren’t reading it. If you actually were, you wouldn’t get Cs on essays.”

If I suck at essays, that doesn’t mean I don’t read. Wow.

Even your loving parents can sometimes turn you down and just make you lose interest in something important by saying stuff like this.

Mean People

I hate it when people walk around pretending they’re nice in front of teachers, then bully you when only other ferocious, atrocious souls are around!

Really Good Girls Who Make Me Look Even Worse

I may be a little slutty, but when there are really good girls around, I look like a complete whore. Good girls are annoying too. Always trying to talk you out of doing fun stuff. Like, really, it’s okay if you don’t want to take part, but don’t ruin it for me! Oh, and I hate being compared to them. I got a detention yesterday and my teacher said, “why can’t you be more like Sadie?” Sadie is the most boring, annoying goodie goodie I know! I’ll never be like her!

Choking in Public

You are out in public and somehow manage to swallow the wrong way and start choking. This in itself is embarrassing enough, to choke on your own spit! Then, of course, someone says, “Are you all right?” Well, obviously not! If all of this is not bad enough, some fool will pound you on the back. Thats right, you’re choking on spit, embarrassed to death and someone is beating the hell out of you!

My Parents

They hate me. I’m not good enough. Nothing I do is ever good enough! They don’t even care when my sister pushes me down the stairs. I’m sick of trying to please them. My own mother said I was the problem child and called me a bitch today! I just got a detention!

Racist Comments

I hate when people say stupid stuff like “I hate that all the white girls are taken by the black guys.” or “He’s trying to act black.” First, since when was it a rule that white girls have to date white guys? Second, you can’t “act” black. You are human before you are white, black, or any color.

Plucking Eyebrows

I absolutely hate having to hurt myself to make my eyebrows look nice. Waxing them is better.

My Mom’s Obsession With Her Cat

My mom isn’t the kind, loving, baking, story-telling, joyful mother you might imagine. Growing up, she was cynical, cold—all my childhood memories of being teased or hurt are from this woman. She was even physically abusive. Now she has this cat. And when I come over to visit my parents, she is constantly all over this cat. You can’t touch the cat, because she’s too busy kissing it and petting it and shoving food at it. She’s always nuzzling into the cat or pressing her face against it. She whispers sickeningly sweet lovey-dovey things to her “perfect, precious little baby”. She will recline in the chair and hold the cat and go to sleep. If you try to pet the cat, she’s infuriated. Not only is the baby talk and over-mothering of this fuve year old cat irritating to watch/listen to, but she had two of her own kids that she ignored and abused.

I Hate How My Sister Gets out of Everything

Whenever we get home from school, I have to do all the chores, ’cause she pretends to have homework.