Just because I’m emo, it doesn’t mean that you can’t like me! I hate people who think I’m gonna bite them or something if they say something wrong! I’ve had people gawking at my arms, looking for scars, and if they saw one they’d start screaming and they’d avoid me for days. And the worst part is when you’re hitting it off really well with a person, then they find out you’re emo and they suddenly hate you.
I hate that you’re only popular, as a guy, if you’re good at sports. I’m not the best at football, or basketball, or ball sports in general. But I’m smart, I get consistent As and I’m a great artist and pianist. Not to brag, I have many skills, just not popular skills.
I hate when I am talking to someone and some random person comes up to my friend and starts talking to them in another language. I mean, really! Now I'm wondering, are they talking about me? And I don’t want to walk away—I was here first!
My brother always shouts when he talks and so does the guy who sits in the seat across from me on the bus and he’s even louder when someone makes him mad, which happens a lot. It’s so annoying.
I don’t mind having a few, but I have them all over my face! I only have a few on my arms and legs. Why can’t I have a bunch there instead of on my face, where it matters? I swear, if I get any more on my face, I’m gonna have some kind of surgery to get them removed.
I hate how I just naturally seclude myself. Just today at lunch I was called a lone soul, and I thought about it deeply for some reason. Then I realized I don’t belong to any group. I don’t hang out. I walk home alone. I walk to school alone. So I’m sitting there wondering how to maybe begin a more or less social life and a person asks to sit near me, so I say okay, and ignore them for the rest of the lunch period. Why? Why must I instinctively push people away?
I have been doing sit-ups and crunches for a long time. My trainer tells me my belly will go away soon, but it has been a year already! I run three times a week and every thing else is okay except for my protruding belly. People think I’m pregnant! I don’t even have kids!
Smoking weed is a victimless crime. Legalize it!
Don’t you hate it when old people are always yelling at guys to pull up their pants? We know what a belt is, it’s just “in†to sag right now. What if we went to your generation and screamed at you everyday to pull down your pants?
I hate when I work really hard on an essay or speech, or I say something funny in a conversation, and then later I think of something even better. NOT NICE.