One of my family members just had surgery and I helped them out by helping them get dressed and things like that. But now they expect me to do everything for them! And I wouldn’t be so angry if they had just said thank you every once in a while.
Why are there ribbons for 1st–5th place only? Why can’t there be for 117th place as well?
I was just praying and I forgot how and messed up many times and my little sisters laughed.
I hate people who leave teeny, tiny amounts of things—crumbs in a potato chip bag, enough butter for a quarter slice of bread, milk or juice that would have trouble filling the bottle cap, let alone a glass!
I’m a girl. Now imagine me saying “come on, bro!†I didn’t think so.
I hate it when guys are like, “you don’t understand! The pain stays there for like an hour!†But if you’re careful, you never have to go through that. Women were created to give birth. It’s like pushing a pickle through your… pickle. And we have periods. It feels like someone’s ripping our insides with sharp knives and it stays there for hours and we can’t go to school for days sometimes. That’s pain.
Why do parents have to be so involved in our social lives? Don’t they have their own social lives to worry about?
I was watching the AMAs tonight with my friends and my parents decided it was a good time to open my laptop without permission and read all my emails! Do they not trust me or something? Because it doesn’t seem like it. It’s not that I refuse to let them read my emails—they can do that. It’s that they assume that I won’t let them read them, so they go behind my back to do it.
And the worst part is when they ask me all about my social life and what this means and what that means, all because they read my emails! If they want to get involved or be updated about my social life, ask me—I am open to any questions.
And since they just found out that I’m dating someone, they are going to go to a party and tell all their adult friends. Thanks—thanks a lot. Whatever happened to “whatever is said in the family stays in the family� Can you try and abide to this simple lesson and try and not get so involved in my social life? Is that too hard? I don’t think so.
I lost my phone while I was babysitting and my parents are going to get mad. Then my friend gave me her hamster, but it chewed out of its metal cage and got away. Now my friend is so pissed she won’t even talk to me.
“Oh, sweetie, look at this, isn’t it cute? Try it on!â€
“Uh, I don’t really like it… sorry.â€
I hate when that happens! It gets her mad and it makes me feel bad!
Yes, I love Facebook, but I hate when I’m the only one on and I can’t chat with anyone. It’s so annoying!