My Life
I’ll probably never have a normal relationship with my parents, the guy I like thinks I’m a stalker, and I’m depressed. Nothing makes me feel better, it just constantly feels like I’m being hit in the chest with a stone.
I’ll probably never have a normal relationship with my parents, the guy I like thinks I’m a stalker, and I’m depressed. Nothing makes me feel better, it just constantly feels like I’m being hit in the chest with a stone.
Ever feel like there’s no one out there for you? I wish that we came in pairs instead of having to go out and hope someone likes you.
I don’t know what my problem is but every time I hear someone calling an African American person “blackâ€, it bothers me. They’re not black! They’re actually brown—major difference. Another thing that bothers me is when people laugh at how Chinese people speak and start making weird noises to imitate them. There’s so much people do to make fun of different ethnicities and I don’t understand it.
I hate how whenever I achieve something, my parents still think I am a failure at life. They praise my sister just because she is writing a book. They haven’t even read it. I hate how parents favor one child over the other.
I hate it when actors who play really nice, lovable characters turn out to be jerks in real life.
Ugh! I hate when the only part of my body that I hate is one that keeps me from wearing awesome clothes! Ever try wearing a tube top only to realize the fat on your arms and pits squish and hang out!? Gross! I’m hitting the gym every day!
I wouldn’t care that I can’t eat peanuts except that they’re in almost everything. Anything that comes in a box, can, or bag was probably processed in a factory that uses peanuts. I can’t eat any unlabeled desserts (and trust me, these are everywhere—at parties, at school events, behind the counter at coffee shops) because there’s a chance they were cooked with peanuts. I can’t eat fried food because it might be fried in peanut oil, and whenever I go out to eat, the waiters can never tell me for sure if what I want to order contains peanuts or not. Then I have to pick at my food and pray I don’t have a reaction. Why do peanuts have to be in everything?
I hate it when I step on gum and it sticks to my shoe and I try to wipe it off by scraping my foot back and forth across a surface but that doesn’t work so I look around for a twig to use to pry it off, but that doesn’t get it all of either and leaves bits of it all over so now whenever I walk, it feels like my shoe is sticking the floor ever so slightly and it makes a noise with every step.
I babysit five days a week for four hours a day and it sucks. Sure, I get $100 a week but that’s all I had to do all summer.
I hate it when people show off and they aren’t even good. A girl in my school did fifty pushups, ninety situps, and ran a mile in eleven minutes and said that she was the best, when I can do one hundred pushups and one hundred and thirty situps and the mile in six minutes. Then she criticized me for being better.