Getting Fat
Oh, how I wish I could eat more Oreos, but I will get fat! I miss those days where my metabolism let me eat whatever I want without getting fat.
Oh, how I wish I could eat more Oreos, but I will get fat! I miss those days where my metabolism let me eat whatever I want without getting fat.
My sister agreed to babysit this summer. That was okay with me, but when I went to ask my mom if I could go to my best friend’s house, she butted in with, “no, because you have to babysit for me all this week while I’m at volleyball.†I wouldn’t have minded this if I had already agreed to do it, but she just assumed I would do it. Now I can’t see my best friend for a really long time. And my mom can’t do math right—I said that I watched them for ⅓ of the day, so I get ⅓ of the money, but that wasn’t good enough for her. So I calculated it and it turned out to be a little more than ⅓, and now all she does is complain about how much money she’s losing. And she thinks she’s going to pay me way less. Again, I would not mind doing this if she had discussed it—and pay rates—over with me first.
Today, my parents went to their friends’ house up the street, and didn’t get home until 2 AM. I didn’t even try to sleep until they got home, and when they did, my mom got on my laptop while I was trying to sleep, in my own room. I had already tried sleeping earlier with my laptop on, and couldn’t, and as soon as I got tired enough to sleep, she went on it and wouldn’t leave.
They say, “the content isn’t appropriate for your age.†Well guess what, I’m 15! More things happen at school than anything on this show.
In the past couple of years I have been talking so fast that no one can understand me sometimes. It’s really humiliating, and people always tell me to stop. Well, it’s a habit, and it’s hard. I don’t like it either. I can’t help it.
You can’t win with her. I’m not supposed to hang out with boys, but if I hang out with girls she thinks I’m a lesbian. I wish she would realize that I’m not her at my age. I don’t drink. I don’t do drugs. I’ve never had sex. I just barely had my first kiss last week, and I’m fourteen. Guess what, mom—I’m not you, and I’m tired of you making my rules based on how you acted.
Everything in my life is getting less and less exciting. The start of summer was the best time of my life. But now that ebullient feeling is totally gone. I didn’t think I’d ever feel ready for school again but I almost do. It’ll even start to get colder very soon. It’s really depressing since I used to be so happy about everything… and now I’m just not anymore.
My gym was amazing. It was five minutes away, was very cheap, was nice, peaceful, and had the best exercise machines—exactly what I needed. Then it closed near the end of June and I can’t afford to go to any other gym. But exercising helps keep me happy. So now I’m just trying to find other ways to work out, but it’s just not the same!
I have a best guy friend. He and I have been best friends since we were around seven or eight years old and as we grew older we fell “in loveâ€. Yes, we were young but it happened for the both of us. About six years later (last summer) we started dating and it was the most amazing eight months of my life. Him being my love and best friend, I thought we would last forever… He cheated on me, though. A month later, I was stupid enough to even give him another chance, we started really talking and decided we’d start dating on the same day as last year. The date passed and I knew something was up so I went on his Facebook profile only to find out he had already been in a relationship three days after our set up date… I am still crushed to this day. He said we can and always will be best friends but to be honest, that doesn’t stop my mascara from running all the time, or give me the mind to even bother to eat. This is to any boy or girl who is reading this: cherish what you have and please try to not ruin anything because it can be the best thing you have ever had.
Yes, mom and brother, I do realize I have zits! Now stop complaining about it! Yes, brother, I do realize I’m not the skinniest, but you don’t have to give me clues like when I told you to take a hike and you said “You can do it for me. You need it more than me.†So can you understand why I don’t want to go kayaking with you? I don’t wanna be criticized more! So I would appreciate it if you would shut up and let me live my life.