So we’re playing MW3 and I’m absolutely owning. “Stupid controllerâ€, “agh, I wasn’t paying attentionâ€, “my buttons keep getting stuckâ€. So many excuses for losing, just because I’m beating you and I’m a girl?
While you sit there whining and crying because people disagreed with your submission, other people out there are dying of starvation, abuse, suicide and facing many other problems. So to the person who submitted “People who disagree with the thing I hate†and “Insensitive peopleâ€, you are pathetic. And, by the way, I am not insensitive and I don’t have a heart of stone. I was just advising you to face reality.
They are not sorry. Forcing them to say it is forcing them to lie.
I realize people have different opinions. I’m just saying it really hurts when someone has a different opinion than my own and they make it known (i.e. disagreeing with my post). I can manage that somewhat. But when someone replies to my post with another post telling me to get over myself and that they laugh at my pain, that is not acceptable. Did I cordially invite you to reply? No. So please stop purposely trying to hurt me, it’s ruining my life.
I absolutely love the holiday season. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. What I hate is waiting for Christmas to come. I also hate how when it comes it’s a two day event and then you have to wait another year for it to arrive again.
I love my boyfriend with all my heart and I never want to hurt him, but he makes me feel so rubbish. He always says to me he loves me but he never ever proves it. I mean, I don’t want him to worship the ground I walk on, that’s too much to ask, but when I’m sitting in his room while he’s ignoring me and acting aside I’m not here I think I deserve a little more affection! Also, even though we do stuff (and when we do it’s amazing), it’s always on his terms and I never feel good enough for him. He makes loving him extremely hard!
It look like you used the whole canister of makeup. I bet you don’t even know how you look like without makeup.
Sure, I have the day off, but all day I have this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that keeps saying, “it’s a school night, followed by 5 days of getting up early and working all day†Ugh… so how long till summer?
My parents were never a good example to me. They told me to judge a book by its cover, that if someone dresses up like a weirdo or has a mean looking face, they will be just that. Because of the way they think, they judge me also. My dream career is to be a fashion photographer and because of that, my tastes in clothes and makeup are a little “exoticâ€. They insult me, and believe that I worship the devil or something and call me “emo†which I am definitely not. The makeup that I wear is just the popular smokey makeup a lot of girls wear and I tend to dress up formally—how is that being emo? I think it’s time that my parents accept me for who I am, that just because my appearance is different doesn’t mean I’m a bad person.
It just makes me want to give up and cry… We were once something amazing, I felt great. Now it’s like everytime I see him, I pray to God I’ll at least get a “hi†or eye contact. Love is so complicated.