Stupidest
It’s not a word. Stop using it.
It’s not a word. Stop using it.
Especially when I try to hide my tears and look down and away from everybody, people just try to look at my face to see if I’m crying or not. It’s none of their business if I’m crying. If I wanted people to know I’m crying, I’d tell them!
Why, why, why did anyone invent them?
Who invented this? It sucks!
They’re like pimply cucumbers! And they’re disgustingly salty and sour.
IT. WON’T. COME. OUT. OF. MY. HAIR.
It’s 6:30 AM and I’m still asleep and my mother comes in my room yelling “it’s 7:00, get up!†Seriously?
Why must there be war? What must there be fighting, money problems, and job losses? I mean, I might only be fourteen but I get the back end of everything. Yes news, just make my parents worried and mad. Why can’t everyone just get along, and stop playing tricks with us?
How could you hate her? She’s incredibly talented and beautiful! Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your Justin Bieber song with my complaints. At least Gaga plays real music.
I get it, the TV is really fascinating, but seriously?