I hate getting gift cards! Then you’re stuck spending all your money at that one store, and a lot of the time, they get you a small gift card to a really expensive store so it’s useless anyway. I asked my mom to just get me money. She said she wouldn’t do that. Every year, my dad has given me money. This year he decided to get gift cards to Target, and didn’t bother to leave a message with it, or even write the amount. All my grandparents got me is gift cards. I was saving to get a cross trainer, but none of those stores have one for cheap. All I have is $20 in cash. Now I’m in my room, crying, because I’ll never get a cross trainer, and I’ll be fat forever. Also, I won’t make dance or cheerleading next year because I’m so fat.
I’m sick of being the only fat one out of my friends. I’m not even that big, but all four of my best friends are like 80 pounds. I’ve thought about making myself throw up my food and I have done it a few times before but I don’t want to be bulimic so I have only been eating 400 calories a day. I know I shouldn’t care about my appearance, but its hard to be happy all the time and act like I don’t care, and being bipolar doesn’t make that any better.
They are so dumb! They judge my boyfriend. He comes in and shakes my dad’s hand. My dad complains. My mom doesn’t tell me when he calls, so he thinks I’m ignoring him. And she does her best to keep me away from him. Saying she can’t wait until he moves. Thanks, mom and dad!
I don’t know who got to decide that being six feet tall with a perfect body, huge boobs, perfect skin and plump lips was beautiful, but it’s not right. If you do look like that, you are beautiful. But if you don’t (and most girls don’t) you’re beautiful too. I don’t care what the media says, beauty doesn’t have a definition.
It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m supposed to be eating dinner with my family in a little while. I feel like crap. My nose is freakishly congested. I have a migraine. The inside of my mouth tastes like a mix of frosting and dog breath. Why do I always get sick right before Christmas? The worst part? No matter how bad I feel, my mom always makes me go sit on a crowded floor with a bunch of bratty little kids on Christmas day.
I’m a girl. I love to play sports and hang out with my friends, some of whom are boys. So what if I like to talk to them and hang out with them? It’s none of your business anyways, so leave me alone if you’re not even my friend. I don’t get why it’s so important. I’m in sixth grade and girls that have turned mean and hate me now make up rumors that my guy friend and I are dating. Why can’t you just leave me alone? Even my teacher has made jokes about it. It’s disrespectful. Mind your own business.
I know Christmas is just in a few days but I was thinking about the past Christmas when I wanted a new TV but my brother got one instead and he didn’t even need one. Two years ago I was asking for an iPod and he wasn’t so he got one too.
One thing that pisses me off is when random people try to make things better because they think they know everything about me, but in reality you don’t even know my last name. Mind your own business. You’re not even my friend. Like, okay, whatever, thanks for the help and stuff, but it’s my life. I can handle my own problems.