On websites such as FML or Lamebook, all the users seem to know and recognize each other. If someone new joins the site, they’re ostracized and often ridiculed about their opinion.
I want to enjoy being part of a website and express my opinion without being harassed! Everyone’s wrong at least some of the time, and I’m willing to admit my mistakes, if you’ll just let me.
The worst part about being a girl. They’re hard to predict, painful, and just plain gross. Every month you want to just go to bed and wake up when it’s over.
I’m ten, and even I know this: teenybopper dresses will go out of style by the time I’m thirty. I hate how no one recognizes my more realistic fashion designs, while teenybopper eleven year old designers get all the praise. They know nothing about fashion. You can see their amateur bow-filled work, and if you ask who their major fashion influence is, they’ll squeal in their sickeningly high voice: “Chanel!†Chanel, the same designer who practiced simple elegance.
I was at the grocery store, squeezing my eyes together for some strange reason and I couldn’t stop until I felt like I got it right. Now I have people staring at me as if I have a problem. Don’t blame me, blame the habit.
She’s so loud. I mean, she can make the simplest things sound terrible with her yell. She’s putting your business out there by yelling everything that’s coming out of her mouth. I really hate her and her yell.
I told my brother that the WiFi wasn’t working and he had a fit! Why? Because he likes it better when I say “internet†or “connectionâ€. That’s ridiculous. I’m not going to follow what he wants me to say. I thought everyone was supposed to be different. I don’t see why people have to be so self-centered and want everything done they way they want it.
Please get with the style! Add your own flavor to it, of course, but if you’re still wearing plaid and flannel shirts, you need to be updated! Just get with the program, please!
I am vegan, and I live in a small town where vegans are very rare. I’m probably the only vegan in town. Whenever I go out to eat with my friends, they always joke around and tell the waiter to get me “the biggest hamburger you have, with a side of bacon and eggs.†Okay, haha, very funny. But after a few hundred times repeating the same joke, doesn’t it get a little old? I am definitely tired of it. Just let me eat my food in peace, please.
I hate when teachers and other adults seem to hate all kids, but are perfectly nice to other people their age. I had a bus driver with an evil spirit who yelled at us and made us move around to different seats for no reason. Then, later, a parent went up to meet him and he did nothing but laugh and smile. Why can’t we have the same respect? Of course, we do stuff wrong, but so do you!
You don’t know who I am, so stop calling me “emoâ€. I’m tired of being labeled. Labels are for soup cans.