This guy who likes me is trying to pressure me into becoming his girlfriend, and my friend is helping him. I don’t want a relationship right now, but I feel so guilty when they say that I’m “the best thing to happen to himâ€. I barely know him, and I’m not interested, so get over it!
It’s been four months! My mother wasn’t part of the relationship, so how dare she say that I shouldn’t I’ve broken up with my ex-boyfriend? He was mean and uncaring and he just wanted me for my body. Please stop bringing him up. I don’t need to be reminded.
I hate when people are convinced that when something bad happens to them, it’s my fault.
I constantly get blamed for various things around the house, by my friends, etc. I’m a responsible person, considering my age—they’re the ones who go and screw things up.
Just the other day my friend’s cell phone went through the wash but because I didn’t tell her that it was in her pocket when she put her clothes in the washing machine, she said that it was my fault. Uh, no. She’s the one who clearly wasn’t responsible enough to own something like a cell phone if she’s going to put it through the wash. She’s the one who put it in her pocket then put the jeans through the wash, not me.
The number of people who do sort of thing this shocks me. People need to start taking responsibility for their actions. Seriously.
My mom goes to the bathroom with the door open, walks around naked, makes obscene hand gestures, farts in front of everyone and breathes really loud when she eats. And she’s not the only one! Why are people so disgusting? Take a lesson on hygiene and manners, people!
You take it all, put it in, lose it in the airport, get home and unload it. What’s the big idea?
When I eat, food gets stuck between my braces, This happens all the time. I could smile at someone and not even know that there is food in my braces.
According to what I’ve heard, God made us all different so we’re all unique in every way. I’m not sure why people judge gay people. It’s not their fault, it’s the way they’re born. I have a few questions. Since my grandma said gay people are evil, are they going to hell? If God made them that way, why would they go to hell? These things that people wonder will never be answered until death.
I got yelled at by my mom for not cleaning my room like I was told to, but then my dad added that I also didn’t sweep the garage or bathe my dogs. Really? Why did you have to make the situation worse than it already was?
I swear to god, the next time I hear someone say “that’s what she said†after I say something that can be interpreted to have another meaning, I may kick them.
I hate dates. They are sweet, but too sweet. They’re so sweet that the value of the sweetness is spoiled. Then they go down your throat like one big booger and it’s so gross.