Knowing What You Hate but Not Knowing How to Write About It
I hate it when I hate something but can’t express my feelings towards it.
I hate it when I hate something but can’t express my feelings towards it.
I have a great guy friend. I think he kinda likes me. All of a sudden everything he does is better than me. EVERYTHING. It’s getting annoying fast. Why people make you feel bad to feel better?
I hate it when people do something wrong but don’t apologize for it. I understand if it’s someone I don’t know and they don’t realize but if my dad runs into me when he comes in the door, I want him to say something!
Why is it okay to call a skinny girl anorexic when you get crucified for calling an overweight girl fat? It makes me so angry! Nobody should get labeled for their body type because a) if what you say is true, it could make the problem worse and b) if what you say is not true it could screw somebody up and make them become that way. So shut up. Just because I’m thin doesn’t mean I’m anorexic.
Okay, it’s great to be a fan of a singer and have their autograph and all their songs on your iPod, but why do “fans†these days all have to cry and scream and get naked at their concerts? Why have fans changed so much over the years? Actually why have people changed? The world was normal and better before.
It’s not a physical feeling where your throat hurts or your body just hurts. It’s more of an all around hurt that hurts inside. The feeling of when you’re just tired of everything and it’s a depressing day. I hate that feeling.
All this time I’ve been wasting, making sure my hair is perfect and my clothes look perfect, all for some guy that obviously just wants to be friends. Barely even friends. I was blinded from these two others who like me for who I am. Now I know why one of them offered to help me load my bookbag, and why he never fails to make me laugh everyday. And why he gets my mail for me at school. Now I know. And I’m no longer blinded by that jerk who never did anything like that for me a day in his life. I once was the one who made him laugh, and it should be the other way around. I can’t help wondering if it’s too late now, but I can see now after all this time, that I was so hung up over someone else I didn’t even see the way those other guys looked at me.
My old best friend came to 6th grade and started using baby talk and acting really immature to get attention! The worst part is it’s working on my friend I have had since we were born! Now whenever I call she is at or going to the immature girl’s house! I HATE THAT IMMATURE GIRL!
Not an actual monster of course, but when you get really hot at night and want to stick your arm or leg just outside of your bed, it feels like there’s something under your bed to grab it.
I know it’s gross, but I’m 15 and I don’t have armpit hair!