You probably think I’m just a spoiled child complaining about not going somewhere. But I’m not that kind of kid. And I feel like I’m the only one. My parents yelled at me for wearing short shorts today. First of all, they don’t make long shorts. Second of all, they should be happy I don’t wear those tight skirts and shirts that are see-through or show your stomach/back. They should be happy I don’t go to parties or don’t get to have boyfriends. I’m a freshman and most girls my age are getting drunk at parties and hooking up with boys while I’m home folding clothes, not complaining a bit because I know how hard my mom works for me. I’m not like other girls. She should be appreciative she has a daughter like me. I can go on and on. Good grades, good friends I never get to hang out with, good language, good attitude, good clothes, etc. I never complain, but she always has something to say about me. And still, I love her and don’t blame her for yelling at me. But she’ll never know what kind of child she has, because she’s an unappreciative parent.
Boys go through nothing. Girls are the ones that have to worry about clothes, makeup, hair, removing hair, periods, getting pregnant, looking beautiful. And more and more and more!
I wish we had uniforms, because no one would judge anyone else for what they wore. Every day I spend thirty minutes trying to pick out an outfit. I spend so much much time and money on clothes so others will like me. Then, when I don’t have a nice outfit, I feel so uncomfortable. I hate clothes.
My best friend has a very bad life at home. I’m not going into too much detail, but she gets screamed at and called really bad names and even hit sometimes. I feel terrible for her, because she is a really great person. But the thing is, I’m not comfortable talking about anything that bothers me, because I know she has to go through things much worse. It just seems like my problems are stupid and unimportant when she tells me what goes on at her house.
I hate people saying stupid stuff like that the world is going end. I can’t even count how many times they have said that, and they are always wrong.
Look, I know it’s hard, but I’ve known you for a long time and I tell you everything. But it feels like you don’t tell me anything. I wouldn’t be too bothered, but I know something is wrong right now and it’s killing me that you won’t let me help. You just make me feel like I don’t know you.
Seriously, you feel like crying just because a few people disagreed on your submission? Who says they’re hating on you? They are just simply disagreeing with your opinion, and they don’t even know you. Humans are not robots. We all have to disagree with something at some point. How are you going to survive out in the real world if your feelings get hurt by stuff like this? Toughen up!
Drinking and partying is great to an extent, but it just gets old. I don’t understand why that’s all my friends and boyfriend worry about. People who are under 21 don’t realize getting drunk every night just makes them look stupid and do stupid things. Grow up already, please.
There are people who have fifty pairs of shoes in their closets and get served their food. But outside of their great big house, there’s a young man walking barefoot. The people inside just glance for a second and even laugh. Then we have kids at school who think life is about having the best clothes and shoes or being “popularâ€, when someone is in a hospital dying at that moment. I don’t get the world anymore and why no one is doing anything to make a change. But it doesn’t look like I’m doing anything either. Because of this world.