Smiles for Love
I hate it when I’m talking to someone I like and just can’t stop smiling. Even if I’m mad at them, I still smile. It annoys me.
I hate it when I’m talking to someone I like and just can’t stop smiling. Even if I’m mad at them, I still smile. It annoys me.
I hate how my mom and my teacher are good friends, so my teacher tells her everything. It sucks.
I hate when a show I watch has a really good season finale, then right at the end something happens and I don’t get to find out how it turns out until next season.
It doesn’t emphasize your point, it makes it look like your computer has asthma.
I hate it when I’m talking to a guy and they can’t make eye contact with me because they’re too busy staring at my boobs. I have eyes! I’m a human being who would like to be talked to properly! And it makes things just awkward! I don’t stare at your crotch, so don’t stare at my chest.
I get so excited because it’s the week before Christmas break, but it seems to take forever. I go to school and it drags on so slowly, then I get home and realize I have to though the process four more times before the break.
He told my best friend that he broke up with me because I’m too emo. When we were together he said that it wasn’t a problem and that he didn’t care, but now he makes fun of me, he degrades anything I like and he gave me a black eye.
I am sick of seeing people who wear shirts that say “To My Haters…†It drives me crazy! I can’t even explain how much I hate it!
I hate that it seems like I’m the worst off person in the world. I have the biggest thighs, I’m the only one with cellulite and no one else seems to gain weight! I’m not even fat and I have cellulite. I AM THE ONLY ONE. All of the other girl have it good.
When I see a bad photo of me I always say, “oh, delete itâ€, not even realizing that the picture is printed out. Or when my friend said she wished I could look at the awesome picture of us on her wall. So I went on Facebook to check out her wall and got into this whole argument with her about how there was no picture. The picture was on her bedroom wall.