It’s really annoying how girls jump from guy to guy saying that they love them, then at the end of the week they cheat on them and break up. Then a new boy comes along. I feel bad for the guys stupid enough to fall into the weekly boyfriend deal. If she cheated with you, she’ll cheat on you.
My older sister doesn’t do it, my little brother doesn’t do it, my older brother doesn’t do it. So I’m the only one cleaning in the house. Does my mom clean? Sometimes. Does my dad clean? Not at all. Would it kill you to put away dishes sometimes? Seriously. The Real Housewives of New Jersey will be on later! Plus we have it on demand. Seriously.
I always have this horrible feeling. School the next day always seems to get in my way of everything I do. I have to do my homework and go to bed at a decent hour. I hate Sundays!
My best friend is awesome—we’ve been basically joined at the hip since third grade—but I can’t stand her parents. Whenever I come over, they force us to stay in her back yard, saying that we need exercise, and not letting us inside the house. They’re constantly making her study, grounding her for tiny things, they don’t let us have sleepovers, and when she comes over to my house, they time exactly how long she stays, punishing her if she comes home just a minute late. They also won’t let her go to the mall, or ride her bike with me around our quiet little town, won’t let her get a boyfriend, and won’t let her get her drivers’ license, even though we’re seventeen!
I have a really good friend that I’ve known since I was 4. We have been on the same soccer team since I was in third grade. We have never had a fight and even our parents get along, but now she’s turning 13 and is having a huge party. I’m not even invited and more than 30 people are going! I just don’t get it! Were we never friends?
My cat has long hair and likes to lie on my bed. Problem is, when I’m not home to shoo her off it, she’ll lay there all day and get it hairy. So now I have to wash my sheets every two days.
It sickens me. I feel so bad for those of you who are being abused by your parents. I can only imagine how scared you must be. It’s so wrong for parents to hurt their kids. Why did they decide to have them if they were just gonna beat them up? To those who are reading this that are being abused, I know you’re probably scared to, but you need to tell an adult that you trust. And they can help you. And to those of you who are the abusers, ugh. You people sicken me.
Please. Don’t obsess over a guy that doesn’t go to our highschool. It’s not gonna work out because there’s plenty of girls there that will probably be all over him.
I really don’t understand why girls think it’s attractive to wear a tie or those bulky skater shoes. I mean, boys wear those. Not girls. Why don’t you just wear a necklace or flip flops?
My sister is so annoying. I can’t sit on her bed without her yelling at me not to because there are wrinkles from where i sat down. If you do anything in her room, and maybe a pillow slides over one inch you have to fix it or she yells at you. If you do anything, you have to put it in the same spot it was. Good luck in life. Problably nobody will want a roomate or anybody who is that uptight.