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I hate when tacos are for dinner and the sour cream is moldy, but you still have to look at the sour cream container when you're getting it out of your fridge and wonder, "Will I be able to put this on my taco?" and wonder. But then it's always, ALWAYS moldy.
I hate popups.
I hate bastards cutting me off, much like TWO fricking OLD PEOPLE did to me on Saturday.
I hate when my room is messy. I hate how I always forget to paint my toenails. I hate how I can't think of good ideas for any presentations or papers I have coming up.
I like when I don't procrastinate. I almost told Mr. Hurdle today that I started working on his paper last night, but then I realized, despite my enthusiasm, such a comment is probably unnecessary.
I hate getting mad at people, even when I realize that when they do things, they probably do them with good intentions. And even if I want something from them, most likely, it's better just the way it is, and they know it, so they're keeping me uninvolved.
I hate my dad's tv, and how it is always excessively excessively loud and I always have to go out into the hall, and politely ask him to turn it down. Then he gives a great big dramatic sigh and does it, but it's never enough, and it always bothers me.
I hate how my parents always ask me questions now. I know they're just normal conversational questions. But I...I'm really a mean kid, and I just like living my little independent life in my room. That's why my sister is exceptionally prying with them, she was brought here to make up for me, why can't they just accept it? I know if they ever want to have a good conversation with me, they have to start somewhere, but seriously...I never want to make small talk.
I hate going out into the garage to get cat food. I always get freaked out that some animal will have gnawed through the bag, and will fall out on my head when I pull the bag out. It hasn't happened yet. But still.
I hate how my eyes always get kind of dry. That one sounds really stupid, I know. But seriously. Like, I walk down the hall...and I feel the air hitting them sometimes and I'm like ahhh! ahhh! And then I go sit down wherever, and it looks like I've been crying. It's never good. And I don't believe in eyedrops.
I wonder how I constantly get this feeling of reassurance in my life, even though I seem to have so much bottled up resentment towards every day things. But I do, honestly, I sometimes worry about things, but then when I think about what lays ahead of me, I just feel...really calm. When I look back really really far into my life, I see some little things that fell into place. That I never should have spent time worrying about. I can't figure out if everything really will work out, if this little serene feeling I always have is real.
And most of all, I think I wish I had more to say to people sometimes...and when I say more, I mean depth, not area.
And I really, really like this song. I think it will always be one of my favorite songs.
I hate popups.
I hate bastards cutting me off, much like TWO fricking OLD PEOPLE did to me on Saturday.
I hate when my room is messy. I hate how I always forget to paint my toenails. I hate how I can't think of good ideas for any presentations or papers I have coming up.
I like when I don't procrastinate. I almost told Mr. Hurdle today that I started working on his paper last night, but then I realized, despite my enthusiasm, such a comment is probably unnecessary.
I hate getting mad at people, even when I realize that when they do things, they probably do them with good intentions. And even if I want something from them, most likely, it's better just the way it is, and they know it, so they're keeping me uninvolved.
I hate my dad's tv, and how it is always excessively excessively loud and I always have to go out into the hall, and politely ask him to turn it down. Then he gives a great big dramatic sigh and does it, but it's never enough, and it always bothers me.
I hate how my parents always ask me questions now. I know they're just normal conversational questions. But I...I'm really a mean kid, and I just like living my little independent life in my room. That's why my sister is exceptionally prying with them, she was brought here to make up for me, why can't they just accept it? I know if they ever want to have a good conversation with me, they have to start somewhere, but seriously...I never want to make small talk.
I hate going out into the garage to get cat food. I always get freaked out that some animal will have gnawed through the bag, and will fall out on my head when I pull the bag out. It hasn't happened yet. But still.
I hate how my eyes always get kind of dry. That one sounds really stupid, I know. But seriously. Like, I walk down the hall...and I feel the air hitting them sometimes and I'm like ahhh! ahhh! And then I go sit down wherever, and it looks like I've been crying. It's never good. And I don't believe in eyedrops.
I wonder how I constantly get this feeling of reassurance in my life, even though I seem to have so much bottled up resentment towards every day things. But I do, honestly, I sometimes worry about things, but then when I think about what lays ahead of me, I just feel...really calm. When I look back really really far into my life, I see some little things that fell into place. That I never should have spent time worrying about. I can't figure out if everything really will work out, if this little serene feeling I always have is real.
And most of all, I think I wish I had more to say to people sometimes...and when I say more, I mean depth, not area.
And I really, really like this song. I think it will always be one of my favorite songs.