ugh !
i hate presents. i hate them. well sometimes at least.. :/ i feel really bad right now over a stupid pair of flip flops that my mom decided to buy me. my mom rarely buys me things so when she does i feel happy that she thought of me, honestly i do, but i feel guilty at the same time, and sometimes when she buys me things i dont like i feel really bad when i dont like it. like these flip flops, theyr rather unique looking as martha called them.. well i decided to wear them anyway and i said to myself whatever theyr kinda weird looking but who caress.. i dont care what ppl think.. and wear them out
yeah well i lied.
ever since seventh grade i get insecure about the dumbest things. what im wearing , whatever.. ahh some ppl made seventh grade very unpleasant and ever since than i care way to much about what ppl think.
anyway i wore them out to sports authority. and i saw martha. and she said right around my mom "wow those things are uhh unique" or stuff around that lines.. i know she didnt mean it in a mean way at all, thats not martha. shes not a meany. but i hate it... i dont want to stand out , i dont want to be the same but i dont want to be "unique"... or nerdy, whaTEV! nd i wouldnt have even cared that much if my mom wasnt there i could tell she felt kinda lame nd i felt like an ass myself.. and then when we went inside the car i was mad at my mom for yeling at me when i was driving and so i was like and im not gonna wear those flip flops either cos theyr "unique" evn martha rolled her eyes
of course she got mad at me.
and i felt like an asshole, i wanted to cry.. yeah its def that time of the month
why cant i just fucking wear the flip flops! who cares they're fucking flip flops !! its not even that really, its the fact that my mom bought them for me and i feel bad about not wearing them and idk FUCK.
when a stupid pair of flip flops depresses me thats when you know i have problems.
yeah well i lied.
ever since seventh grade i get insecure about the dumbest things. what im wearing , whatever.. ahh some ppl made seventh grade very unpleasant and ever since than i care way to much about what ppl think.
anyway i wore them out to sports authority. and i saw martha. and she said right around my mom "wow those things are uhh unique" or stuff around that lines.. i know she didnt mean it in a mean way at all, thats not martha. shes not a meany. but i hate it... i dont want to stand out , i dont want to be the same but i dont want to be "unique"... or nerdy, whaTEV! nd i wouldnt have even cared that much if my mom wasnt there i could tell she felt kinda lame nd i felt like an ass myself.. and then when we went inside the car i was mad at my mom for yeling at me when i was driving and so i was like and im not gonna wear those flip flops either cos theyr "unique" evn martha rolled her eyes
of course she got mad at me.
and i felt like an asshole, i wanted to cry.. yeah its def that time of the month
why cant i just fucking wear the flip flops! who cares they're fucking flip flops !! its not even that really, its the fact that my mom bought them for me and i feel bad about not wearing them and idk FUCK.
when a stupid pair of flip flops depresses me thats when you know i have problems.