driving me nuts
i'm starting to second guess the concept of friendship. do we really need them? do we have them just to say that we have friends? today my "friends" made me mad...again. one of them was saying how she saw an article that showed some famous latin people with and without make up. she was saying how make up works wonders. the other "friend" said that maybe i should wear make up more often. the other one said that i should take off my mask. then she had the nerve to ask me if i didnt understand what they meant. i said that i did understand, that i just didnt think it was funny. the just looked at me as if i was supposed to just laugh and not make a big deal out of them making fun of me. j
they dont know what i have been through. i didnt think i was pretty until i got to college. even now i still have problems sometimes thinking that i am pretty. they also make fun of me because i am short. they dont know how much i was teased as a child for my height. they dont know a damn thing about me. so how dare they make fun of me. i admit at times it can be funny with what they say but some of the stuff is hurtful. they made fun of my hair saying that it should be dyed again so that it would be a better color. they dont know how much i cried when my hair was dyed a bad color.
im so sick of their bullshit. they need to stop. one day im going to blow up at them and they cant say why i am doing that. one day and soon, they will realize what they do to me when they say those things. that day will be soon.
they dont know what i have been through. i didnt think i was pretty until i got to college. even now i still have problems sometimes thinking that i am pretty. they also make fun of me because i am short. they dont know how much i was teased as a child for my height. they dont know a damn thing about me. so how dare they make fun of me. i admit at times it can be funny with what they say but some of the stuff is hurtful. they made fun of my hair saying that it should be dyed again so that it would be a better color. they dont know how much i cried when my hair was dyed a bad color.
im so sick of their bullshit. they need to stop. one day im going to blow up at them and they cant say why i am doing that. one day and soon, they will realize what they do to me when they say those things. that day will be soon.