“Everything is wrong.†“Nobody understands me.†“I hate gay people.†What is wrong with you? We are all the same species, and we went through all those thoughts in our teen phase, but we never brought guns to school or said despicable things about people behind their backs! What’s even more disgusting is that most of you probably don’t have the guts to say those things in person, but online, where you can be “almighty†behind the anonymity shield, suddenly you’re Mr. Tough Guy. Ugh!
I hate people who tell you they’ll always be there when you need to talk, and then when you open up and pour your heart out to them, they either aren’t listening or give you that “oh, shut up already, I don’t care†kind of vibe.
I’m not allowed to have an opinion in my house or ever be right, which most of the time I am, because my parents get mad at me over the dumbest things, and whenever I defend myself they get more mad and take my stuff away. Not anymore. I decided if it gets much worse I’m running away.
Only on rare occasions am I allowed to swim in my pool. I can’t do anything all summer, because I have no friends, no reputation, and I am the most ignored person on the planet. You would think that I would be able to go somewhere, but I can’t.
Okay, so I’m a teen, and most people these days think of us as slutty bitches or mugs or something, but truth be told, I hate it how I can’t go to my corner shop with a hoodie on without people giving me a bad look. I’m like, CHILL OUT I DON’T HAVE A POTATO PEELER IN MY POCKET. I mean, I don’t even have that sort of image. I don’t use fake tan, makeup or have my pants half way down my bum… and I don’t talk like some freakishly strange gangster. I mean, like, I understand that a lot of teens do… but most don’t.
I hate how every girl I know thinks they need a best friend and it always turns out bad for them, and then their other friends, who they forgot about, are the only ones left. What’s the point of going through that? Why can’t you just have some close friends and be happy with that? And they have to buy each other matching necklaces that say “besties†on them, like they own the person. Why can’t everyone just be good friends with their cliques instead of having best friends among them and making other people feel not good enough?
Those people who claim to be your friend, until you find out that during your entire “friendshipâ€, they’ve been sharing your secrets and telling lies about you behind your back.