I hate them. I just absolutely hate them. For example when I’m at a restaurant and I can’t decide which meal I should get, they both sound good, so by the time the waiter comes and asks me what I want I just blurt either one of the choices out loud… then later that meal doesn’t even taste that good.
I went for a walk today with my dog. In the field there is a very clear sign saying “No Golfingâ€. We walked into the field to see an lady probably in her early 70s teaching her grandchildren to golf. My dog was running around playing. One of the kids sees our dog and calls him over. The lady shooed him out of her way and she shouted, “Stupid dog!†at him. This is totally unfair. Dogs are allowed on the field but golfing is not. I hate meanypoos like her.
They’re all sexist rapists.
I hate it when store owners or the city paint over graffiti. It’s ART. It has nothing to do with gangs. It does not make the city look bad. The owners should only paint over the graffiti which is against someone or something.
As much as I used to complain about high school, I’d give anything to go back. All of my high school friends have moved in completely opposite directions, and as much as I love the independence I’m scared to death. In high school everyone knew me—now I feel unnoticed and alone. And high school was just the easiest. Cafe free and fun days. Anyone still in school, don’t complain. Just enjoy it, because like they say, your high school days are the best days of your life.
One day I came home from school and couldn’t find my phone, so I asked my mom, and she said that she had it because she was reading my messages. Then she said, “I didn’t know you liked Brandon.†Really, mom? If I wanted to tell you something then I would have just told you. Are that bored when I’m at school that you have to read my messages? I deserve a little privacy. I don’t just go through your stuff. I know that she is my mom and is trying to protect me but there is a fat line between noisy parents and a teenager’s privacy.
What is the point of being sick? You feel absolutely terrible for days, can’t sleep and can hardly eat! Then when you’re halfway back to full health, you get sent to school and find out about the four tests and eight projects you missed. Being sick does not help you at all and I would quite like it if sicknesses were all gone!
I hate being hurt by someone I truly and deeply love. My heart feels like it’s going to explode, I cry until I can’t anymore, I have a knot in my throat, a lump in my tummy, and I have no desire to even eat.
I hate when my teachers goof up and say “oops, I lied†or “just kiddingâ€. So what if you made a mistake? Doesn’t mean you have to pretend you’re always right.
Whoever travels 24 hours on a plane for holiday is an idiot. Wait… that’s what I’ve done. Nowhere is a better holiday than home. Should’ve stayed home, should’ve stayed home…