Some people say “if you don’t want kids, don’t have sex.†Well, sometimes sex isn’t voluntary. I have seen so many horrible scenarios where abortion is the only option. My best friend’s daughter was brutally raped by her step-father and he got her pregnant. Is she such a awful person? Or my own niece, whose insane parents forced her to have sex at fifteen and become pregnant so they could have a grandchild. As soon as she moved in with me, I allowed her to abort the pregnancy. Does that mean we should burn in hell? No, it doesn’t. It means we have sense. Put yourself in their shoes and tell me you would be able to look at that baby and love it. It’s not the baby’s fault, I know. But rape is the worst kind of torture for a woman. I wouldn’t be able to look at a reminder of every day. It’s almost as bad as seeing the man who did it.
When you’re fourteen and you’re dating a guy in his thirties, that doesn’t make you cool at all. It’s really weird and he’s probably a pedophile.
I hate it when two good friends of yours get in a fight and both want you on their side. They both think they deserve you more and that their side of the story is the right side. I don’t want to choose sides, I just want them to be friends again. It’s stupid.
Most of the music on the radio is about sex, drugs, and alcohol. It’s a terrible influence, and this is coming from a fourteen year old girl. I listen to the music that everybody hates just because it is not about something sexual. I’m sorry for appreciating music that actually has a deeper meaning, other than prostitutes and cocaine.
I hate old people shopping in the supermarket on a Saturday. I know you’re old, dear, and that you need to eat, but why not go on a weekday between the hours of 9–5 while I’m at work and you’re not? When I get back from work I have an hour to get all my shopping and get home, then I get stuck behind Betty counting her pennies at the till… COME ON!
My uncle never seems to find pride in anything I do, but he’s so proud of my little brother, who has never done anything in his life except eat and whine. My uncle was a war hero and has a lot of connections and always gives my undeserving little brother awesome gifts. He’s gotten army hats, cop jackets, bullet-proof vests, and countless knives. What have I gotten? Nothing. I was the kid who was brave enough to get on an overbooked, 14 hour flight alone to come to see him and the rest my family. My brother cried when I left. I was the kid who managed to get straight As in classes being taught to people two years older than me while being a huge part of my student council. My brother barely passed his regular classes. I see no other reason why my uncle would favor my violent, childish brother over me other than the fact that I’m a girl. And I just think that’s sick.
Whenever I want to do something, I have to ask them about it first. When they don’t let me, I ask them again, and they add a lie into the argument. For example: “Mom, can I start shaving?†“No.†“Please?†“No, your hair will grow back thicker.†They always make me wear childish clothes. Pretty much, they are trying to take over my life.
Sometimes when I know my food will take a while to cook, I leave the kitchen and watch some TV in my living room, but I end up forgetting that I’m making food and it ends up getting burnt.