I had a friend at school. One day we had to collect ten different types of leaves. She tried to make me collect them for her. I had an idea so I agreed. I collected mine already and she had the nerve to say: don't forget the leaves! I said: sure. We had to bring them to the teacher in a week. I waited without collecting any more leaves. On the last evening before we had to bring the leaves to school, I texted her saying that I didn't find any leaves. She got a grade lower.
I still live with my mother and her companion. They're near 60 and argue a lot. And tomorrow my sister comes with her daughter which is 7 and these two also argue a lot. Fml
I had a friend who was always being annoying and thought it was funny to hit me as hard as she can. She is kind of stronger than me but I am smarter. I scratched her sometimes when she hit me and she asked me how I do it (obviously to use it against me). I practiced scratching on my own hand when I was in 4th grade (don't ask). I told her that she should scratch herself till she bleeds (which I never did). The next day she came to school and proudly showed me her hand. It was full of scars and looked disgusting. I went to the toilet because I couldn't hold my laugh anymore. Her stupidity is too much to handle. She still scratches like a baby.
I'm a black woman and I genuinely hate black men. I'm cordial with them and everyone else, but inside I fucking hate them. I hate their hypocrisy, laziness, weakness, lack of loyalty, etc. I hate that they sold us into slavery, never protect black women, etc. I don't support BLM and I'm not pro GOP or Pro Dem but, I wrestle with my hatred of them and when they get shot and killed I do.not.care. I don't want my heart to become dark but it's hard. all my biggest trauma has been at the hands of black men.
I fucking hate my husband sometime and wish he was dead.
I've been so lonely lately, not in a sexual way just alone. when I was 16 I got engaged to this horribly abusive guy and I'm glad it ended, I used to have panic attacks about what my life would be if I married him. But sometimes I miss him. Not the constant torment or paranoia but the person he was before all that. It wasn't always bad, he was funny and he was sweet sometimes. I haven't talked to anyone about this, no one in my life would understand.
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I hate fucking Monday's they fucking suck ass
i hate 6 AM. its the worst time of day. i hate it. the stupid fucking sun is rising but just barely, and the sunrise isn't even pretty at this time. plus im either waking up for school or feeling the after affects of an all-nighter so it's automatically terrible.