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I hate my hair. I made it look ugly because I was bored and wanted a change. And now it looks so stupid.
I hate summer. I'm so bored all the time, and I have nothing interesting or fun to do.
I hate my job. It's the most boring thing in the world and it's really hot there and I have nothing to do and it takes up my whole day, and then I'm exhausted when I get home. Plus there are no guys to flirt with, who aren't old or married or weird.
I hate my friends. I don't really have any, and the ones I do have treat me like shit. It's like now that school is over, it's easy for everybody to completely forget about my existence. I have no one to talk to or hang out with. I'm jealous of you all and your little groups with your many best friends and all your inside jokes and good, good times. I hate people who go on vacations with their friends. It just pisses me off, that there are people who like each other enough to go on vacation together, and it makes me so jealous because I don't have that, and I never have, and I probably never will.
I hate guys. I hate my family. I hate mosquito bites. I hate little kids. I hate my clothes, and most of all, I really hate my hair.
I hate summer. I'm so bored all the time, and I have nothing interesting or fun to do.
I hate my job. It's the most boring thing in the world and it's really hot there and I have nothing to do and it takes up my whole day, and then I'm exhausted when I get home. Plus there are no guys to flirt with, who aren't old or married or weird.
I hate my friends. I don't really have any, and the ones I do have treat me like shit. It's like now that school is over, it's easy for everybody to completely forget about my existence. I have no one to talk to or hang out with. I'm jealous of you all and your little groups with your many best friends and all your inside jokes and good, good times. I hate people who go on vacations with their friends. It just pisses me off, that there are people who like each other enough to go on vacation together, and it makes me so jealous because I don't have that, and I never have, and I probably never will.
I hate guys. I hate my family. I hate mosquito bites. I hate little kids. I hate my clothes, and most of all, I really hate my hair.