It always occurs when you’re right in the middle of something. The perfect idea. That million dollar invention or super cool idea for a book. So you tell yourself you gottta remember it and you’ll write it down when you’re done… and then barely forget what the idea was. Not like completely, but just barely, so you feel like if you sit down and think for a minute you’ll remember. But we all know you never remember exactly what it was. You can get lucky and be really close, but you know you still forgot something important.
Every holiday I end up with a sore throat and get sick. That just ruins my free time. Also there is nothing to do. All the stuff on TV is boring (except tennis). And sometimes I have to go to this day care thing and that place is b-o-r-i-n-g! Only little kids go there and I am almost twelve.
What? They’re dating all of a sudden? No. Now I have to pretend like I’m happy for her when inside my heart is crushed because I thought I saw him looking at me every day. I thought I was the one he liked. Stupid me. I have to get out of this optimism that I have. It’s weird because I really try to look good and dress good, but the ones they go for are those with bushy eyebrows and clothes from Walmart. The ones that never say a word. And there I am having a conversation with them and laughing with them, but you know what? I’m done. I am so sick of being so dissapointed. I feel like no matter how hard I try, I’ll never amount to anything. So that’s it. I give up.
Oh my god… don’t even get me started. It irritates me so much, it makes me want to throw something at someone. For example, just now I made a nice bowl of cereal with fruit and sprinkled sugar and just as I leave the counter with the bowl my headphones snag on one of the drawer handles and make me spill half of it on the floor. Or even just in general when they violently get ripped out of your ears. It’s just so irritating.
Why can’t I have soft, straight hair like those blonde white girls in my class? Instead I’m a Cuban girl with brown curly hair that you can’t brush unless it’s wet. Like seriously, c’mon— you could at least let me have straight hair. Or at least make it a little soft.
I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him. I actually like Social Studies, because it means I get to be with him. He’s the sweetest, funniest, most beautiful person I’ve ever known. His smile is amazing because it makes his whole face light up. But I can’t have him because he doesn’t feel the same way.
Seriously? Gays are risking their lives away from their families too, why should they not be allowed to serve openly in the army? Just because you’re Christian doesn’t mean everyone has to be.
Everybody gets those small zits that go away in a couple of days. But if you’re like me, then you get those big sore zits that sit a foot deep in your skin and never go away. It’s nearly impossible to pop them because you cant even touch them without being in pain. And they are so wide and deep that you can point out the large mass on your face from 10 feet away. When you see the zit it resembles something as large as a fetus developing under your skin. You poke at it and attempt to pop it but it’s pretty much superglued deep within. It’s so disgusting knowing that a huge pocket of pus is stuck deep in your skin spreading bacteria and there is nothing you can do about it. No face wash helps it go away no matter how much you scrub the oozy beast. If you’re a girl, makeup doesn’t even cover it up. And if you currently have one of these zits, like I do, I wish you the best of luck to get it to go away. Only time will tell.