I knew her when I was six, and she abused me. Sometimes I wonder what my life would’ve been without her. I don’t know if I would’ve met the girl I love, but I sure know I wouldn’t have an addiction, my friends and their parents wouldn’t pity me, and my mom wouldn’t constantly hover and nose around like a needy animal. I’m so glad we aren’t friends anymore.
He acts like it’s okay to be a jackass to other kids, and then he gets mad at me when I talk back to him. He’s no better than we are!
When I was young, I was taught it was rude to make a lot of noise when eating and to not slurp your food. So why is every food court filled with the noise of wet chomp noises? Normally you shouldn’t be able to hear someone chew, so why is it I can hear you from 20 yards away? Close your mouth! I hate being able to tell what you’re eating from the noise you’re making.
Why does it have to be so early? And why does my bed have to be so warm and soft? It’s pitch black out and I feel half dead. Why does school have to start so early?
All the people on my soccer team think I’m from a different country. One girl asked “what accent do you have?†Seriously, this is my voice! I have a normal voice.
I wear colored contacts, not because I hate my eye color, I just like the way they look on me. Every time I wear them, someone I know always shouts, “contacts, she wears contacts!†Who cares?
I’m never going to live up to my parents’ expectations. My parents are very hard on me. I feel like having a nervous break down. I’ll never be the perfect daughter.
I had a pimple the other day and it didn’t look that bad, so I didn’t think of it as a big problem. I went to bed and when I woke up it was red, big and really noticeable, and it hurts! What will I do?!
Come on, what you just did was fantastic. Stop trying to deny it and saying it’s horrible and that you’re a noob. Modesty is the right attitude, but there are limits.
You say you love me, that I’m beautiful, smart, funny and you’ll love me forever. You tell me you’ll miss me while I go to camp for three weeks and then I come back all excited to see you and find out you cheated on me with a girl you met one time. You made out with her and told everyone she was the one. I talked to you to try to figure out what I did wrong and you tell me that she’s better, that you pick her over me and that you love that she lets you go to second base and much farther. The best part? She’s 17 and you’re 13.