I am doing a play at school and I have to make out with a nerd. He’s a nerd in real life! I don’t want to do it. They are thinking about making us pretend to have sex! If they do that, I’m quitting the play, even if I get an F in that class!
I just got a new diary, and my mom saw that it had a lock (which I hadn’t used yet), and so she started reading what I wrote! I didn’t want to tell her to stop, because then she would think I’m writing bad things in it, but it’s just so annoying! Please stop looking in my secret journal! Now I can’t write any sectrets in it, which is what it’s for, because my mom will read it all.
So my best friend and her boyfriend want to go watch a movie together with this other couple. Okay, cool. But the thing is, the girl treated my best friend really badly, but now this year they’re really close. And I didn’t even get invited to the movie. Cool.
I feel like the irony of relationships is that only the guys I like as friends are the ones who are going to see that I am not an antisocial nervous wreck. Those are the guys who, if they like me, ask me out and ruin the friendship. Meanwhile, the guy I’ve liked for years walks by and sees a shy, nervous girl hyperventilating and staring at me. Come on!
I can’t stand it when I hear girls calling other girls ugly. Everyone has a beautiful quality about them and if you can’t find it, well, you probably have some unrealistic standards of what’s actually beautiful. And although you have beautiful features about you too, you’ve got insecurities just like everyone else. So if you keep judging looks like that, just realize that you can have a hideous personality. And that’s so much more unattractive.
Stop complaining about school, homework and teachers. It’s a part of life. We all will go or have gone through it. Someday you’ll look back and miss it. Stop complaining. Your “homework†problems will be the easiest problems you’ll face. Enjoy it before the real world slaps you in the face.
I don’t support the war, but I support the people dying for their country. Don’t hate the players, hate the game.
One of the teachers took me to the office because I got hurt and didn’t tell the nurse. Come on! It’s not even bleeding, it just a scrape.
Ever since I found out I was gay, I’ve been angry. I’m totally fine with me and others’ feelings, but I’m still mad at myself. Now I can’t have children unless going to a reproductive center, worry about having my heart broken over straight girls, and dating. Why do I have to be gay?
Why is it always so hard to find?