It’s such a hassle. “Take off your jacket and shoes and your hat… oh, and take your watch, because it’s metal, so you might be a terrorist…†And then your braces don’t pass the test when they scan you, so now they’ve gotta do a strip search. NOT FUN.
I hate when police officers speed just because they can, or make illegal u-turns, or sit in the middle of the road waiting to catch a speeder… I mean come on, really? It really makes me upset when people hate on you for something, and then do that thing themselves. NOT COOL.
When my dad gets in a bad mood, all he does is swear and yell at me and my siblings, tell us everything we do is wrong and that we’re useless. Then every time I make a comment or try to explain something to him he just takes my phone away and tells me I’m disrespectful and a ungrateful useless brat.
My ex-girlfriend still loves me and I still love her, and she said that she wants to get back together with me. Except, another guy likes her and she likes him too, so she chose him over me because she liked him before she liked me.
Thanks for assigning two extra pages of homework and making the entire class stay late for two minutes, causing us to be late to our other classes, all because two people, out of a class of thirty, were talking.
She treats both of us like utter garbage, yet my girlfriend bows down and kisses her toes on a daily basis. She is a robot to her. A puppet to the highest extent. Her best friend has belittled her for fifteen years and yet my girlfriend obeys her and idolizes her every move. She has had three divorces and currently has two boyfriends at the same time. Her son is suicidal. That should tell people something.
I hate it when fat girls complain about their weight while stuffing their face with Cheetos.
I hate it when I get my shoes on and realize that my socks are all messed up and crooked so I have to take my shoes off and put them on again.
I hate being nervous before talking to someone I like, or even just meeting someone new. Trying to figure out what to say is awful, because I always think of how saying that thing could turn out terribly for me. Why can’t talking to new people be easy?
Why can’t I just be the best person in the world? Why do I have to struggle to get discovered by a record dealer, or agent? Why can’t everyone just know who I am and know I can step all over them any time I want? But I can’t because my life is a constant struggle to be the best of the best! I wish I could just be born better then the whole world and know nobody can bring me down.