no, but one day, I have a friend
to do everything with. I'm pretty
much hired at a job. I have a big
check to get a car. I have a guy I
like, who said he would give me
a chance.
the next day? I have no friends to
do anything with. I've yet to get a
call back from the job yet, even tho
they basically told me they would
give me a chance. I can't get the car
until the bank holds the check for a
long a.ss time. and the guy won't
give me a chance, and won't even
talk to me.
one day everything is fabulous, A+,
and the next it's gone to crap. and that
has been my entire life.
to do everything with. I'm pretty
much hired at a job. I have a big
check to get a car. I have a guy I
like, who said he would give me
a chance.
the next day? I have no friends to
do anything with. I've yet to get a
call back from the job yet, even tho
they basically told me they would
give me a chance. I can't get the car
until the bank holds the check for a
long a.ss time. and the guy won't
give me a chance, and won't even
talk to me.
one day everything is fabulous, A+,
and the next it's gone to crap. and that
has been my entire life.
I have absolutely no one.
I like to think I'm a goody-two-shoes,
never do bad things. but I've come to
realize that I'm not. I've actually done
a lot of illegal things. I used to drive,
alone, with just my permit. when I got
my license I let my sister drive with her
permit when I was the only one there
(which would have been fine, if I was
21 but I was not. lol whoops.) I throw
bottles and stuff at people who I hate's
houses. and I say all of this, as I have a
SPEED LIMIT SIGN IN MY BEDROOM,
I'm out of control, really.
never do bad things. but I've come to
realize that I'm not. I've actually done
a lot of illegal things. I used to drive,
alone, with just my permit. when I got
my license I let my sister drive with her
permit when I was the only one there
(which would have been fine, if I was
21 but I was not. lol whoops.) I throw
bottles and stuff at people who I hate's
houses. and I say all of this, as I have a
SPEED LIMIT SIGN IN MY BEDROOM,
I'm out of control, really.
my ex friend is against raising the minimum
wage, because it is "too close to communism"
and communism is satan's play thing I guess,
but the same friend quit her first and only job
where she was being paid minimum wage
because it "wasn't worth it." she is so against
minimum wage being raised but it's easy to be
against it when you aren't being paid it. she is
getting paid $9 an hour, which makes a huge
difference from $7.25 an hour. my first job? I
had to drive 30 miles (now that a bridge is out,
if I still worked there I would be driving 40 miles)
there and then another 30 miles back, for $30 a
shift. my truck gets 10/13 mpg at best. that is a
lot of gas, a lot of money going to trasportation
just to get to work. $9 an hour? that job would
have been way worth it, $7.25? it was a pretty
impossible job.
wage, because it is "too close to communism"
and communism is satan's play thing I guess,
but the same friend quit her first and only job
where she was being paid minimum wage
because it "wasn't worth it." she is so against
minimum wage being raised but it's easy to be
against it when you aren't being paid it. she is
getting paid $9 an hour, which makes a huge
difference from $7.25 an hour. my first job? I
had to drive 30 miles (now that a bridge is out,
if I still worked there I would be driving 40 miles)
there and then another 30 miles back, for $30 a
shift. my truck gets 10/13 mpg at best. that is a
lot of gas, a lot of money going to trasportation
just to get to work. $9 an hour? that job would
have been way worth it, $7.25? it was a pretty
impossible job.
when I was in 5th grade, my cousin
was a cheerleader. she went over basic
moves with my sister and I, just for fun.
I would go to school and show friends
at recess. one time, doing that turned
into kicking this one kid in the face, hard.
accidentally of course. at the beginning of
this year, that kid was my boyfriend. he
was a nasty boyfriend at that. he'd s.hit
talk me over everything, and would rub
being r.aped in my face, because he was
friends with that guy who did it. obviously
it wasn't revenge or nothing because I do
not think he remembers me kicking him
in the face. but when we broke up, on top
of trash talking me, he also told everyone
I was a "dead lay" when we didn't even
sleep together. so, idk, I'm just saying
that remembering his crying face and
bloody nose is so much more enjoyable
than when it happened.
was a cheerleader. she went over basic
moves with my sister and I, just for fun.
I would go to school and show friends
at recess. one time, doing that turned
into kicking this one kid in the face, hard.
accidentally of course. at the beginning of
this year, that kid was my boyfriend. he
was a nasty boyfriend at that. he'd s.hit
talk me over everything, and would rub
being r.aped in my face, because he was
friends with that guy who did it. obviously
it wasn't revenge or nothing because I do
not think he remembers me kicking him
in the face. but when we broke up, on top
of trash talking me, he also told everyone
I was a "dead lay" when we didn't even
sleep together. so, idk, I'm just saying
that remembering his crying face and
bloody nose is so much more enjoyable
than when it happened.
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baby, don't be that way.
why does everything have to go
wrong on the same day? what kind
of bull is that?
wrong on the same day? what kind
of bull is that?
so, the guy I really liked, more
than you even know, finally told
me that he changed his mind and
he won't ever give me a chance,
and I'm heartbroken.
than you even know, finally told
me that he changed his mind and
he won't ever give me a chance,
and I'm heartbroken.
there is a difference between liking
something in order to bond with a friend,
and liking something in order to suck the
love of that thing out of a friend. anything
I love, always had to be taken away by my
friend. I don't watch all of the shows that I
did, I don't do all of the things that I did,
and I don't listen to all of the music that I
did. because when my friend liked a thing
that I did, she was a "hardcore fan" before
she even watched/did/or listened to it.
she always had to upstage me, and know
more facts about the subject than I did. if
it was RuPaul's drag race, I had to watch
every season and episode and know
every queen in order to compete. but
that is the thing, the stuff I enjoy was just
that; something I enjoy. I don't want it to
turn into a chore to like something.
something in order to bond with a friend,
and liking something in order to suck the
love of that thing out of a friend. anything
I love, always had to be taken away by my
friend. I don't watch all of the shows that I
did, I don't do all of the things that I did,
and I don't listen to all of the music that I
did. because when my friend liked a thing
that I did, she was a "hardcore fan" before
she even watched/did/or listened to it.
she always had to upstage me, and know
more facts about the subject than I did. if
it was RuPaul's drag race, I had to watch
every season and episode and know
every queen in order to compete. but
that is the thing, the stuff I enjoy was just
that; something I enjoy. I don't want it to
turn into a chore to like something.
why my mother shouldn't be allowed
to converse with people I know's moms:
mom: hey hanna...
me: yeah?
mom: maria was at the store today.
me: that's cool... yeah... who's that?
mom: woody's mom.
(quick interuption to explain that woody
was the nickname of this kid I went to
school with. his legit name is not woody,
and I really think her and my sister are
the only ones that still call him that.)
me: oh.. yeah?
mom: yeah.. she said that woody is
coming back on break soon.
me: uh-huh..
mom: yeah, so I gave her the home phone
number, because I didn't know your cell, and
I told her to give it to him, and to give you a
call so you and him could catch up.. and stuff.
to converse with people I know's moms:
mom: hey hanna...
me: yeah?
mom: maria was at the store today.
me: that's cool... yeah... who's that?
mom: woody's mom.
(quick interuption to explain that woody
was the nickname of this kid I went to
school with. his legit name is not woody,
and I really think her and my sister are
the only ones that still call him that.)
me: oh.. yeah?
mom: yeah.. she said that woody is
coming back on break soon.
me: uh-huh..
mom: yeah, so I gave her the home phone
number, because I didn't know your cell, and
I told her to give it to him, and to give you a
call so you and him could catch up.. and stuff.
