I hate it when you just misplace things but think you lost them. For example, losing your phone. I hate when you think it’s lost but find it two hours later. I hate it because in that two hours you could have done a lot if you had your phone.
I moved a month ago and I miss my old house. We moved to a bigger house and I love it but I miss my old neighbor. I hated my old house but I loved where I lived.
This weekend I went to go visit my new baby cousin. It was my first time seeing him since he was born. Now it’s time to leave, but I don’t want to go. I would take him home with me in a heartbeat. I just left and I want to go back. He was a premie and loved when I would hold him, feed him bottles, etc. I held him before we left and he didn’t even cry, but when I gave him to his mom so we could leave, he started crying. I really miss him and I just left 2 hours ago.
Monday is the day everyone dreads. You have to get back on your weekly schedule, including waking up at 6 AM for school and trying not to fall asleep in class. I mean, after Monday and Tuesday, the calendar even says W T F.
I absolutely hate it when someone likes you for five years straight and when you finally like them, they’re too nervous to ask you out! I mean, come on! You’ve been obsessed with me and right when I like you back, you try to avoid me. Even though you think you’re just gonna make a fool of yourself, you won’t! I like you more and more each day and I’m probably gonna make a bigger fool out of myself than you are! So calm your balls, get up the courage to ask me out, and then we can live happily ever after!
I went to the fair with two other girls and I brought the least money. One of my “friends†brought $100. I asked if I could borrow one dollar and she said, “honestly I’m not giving anybody money now.†Two hours later she gave the other girl $15 worth of tickets simply because she didnt feel like going to the ticket booth. There are ticket booths every 5 meters.
She’s been ruining my dreams since kindergarten!
Oh my gosh, that girl has leg braces on both her legs, what’s wrong with her? Nothing’s wrong with her. I think she might be one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen.
I have this sick need to compare myself to every girl I see. Any time I see another girl, the first thing that goes through my head is, “Am I prettier than her? Is she skinnier than me? Is her hair a prettier color than mine?†And with anyone I know it’s the same thing. I’m constantly asking myself, “Am I smarter and prettier and thinner than my friends? Do people like me better than them? Am I as short as I think I am? Am I ugly? Am I dumb?†And the thing is, I know with all of my heart that I shouldn’t be this way, and theoretically it sounds great to not be. I know I’m smart, I know I’m a good person, I know I’m pretty, and I know I’m skinny. But I can’t shake this constant comparison compulsion. If I met someone else like me, I would say all of those things about me. But because it’s me I feel so ugly and unlovable when I look in the mirror. And whatever good qualities are being discussed, I always want to be the best. I know I need to stop, but I just can’t.
Like, seriously, foo, if the bass is louder than the song, we have a problem.