Letter to my Ex

Dear Ex,

            I really don’t know how your life is now. And to be honest, I kind of don’t care. Yes, I still have those little treasures and keepsakes of the memories that we shared, but they don’t really have any significance in my life. They just sit there in the corner, waiting to be loved. That probably won’t ever happen. No, you’re never getting your sweatshirt back. Yes, it’s sitting at the bottom of the pile. Don’t worry, it’s probably wrinkled.

            There’s really only one thing I have to say to you- “I don’t understand how we can be the way we were, then just shut it all off.” Yeah, I’d consider our breakup “sudden”. I mean, in a way I saw it coming; you had become distant, and the signs were there and all. But I didn’t think you were heartless enough to do it the way you did. When I was on Cloud 9, you just had to tear me off. I really tried not to think of you as an asshole, but that’s what you truly ended up as.

            I let you in because you truly cared about me. Honestly, you loved me more than I loved you. But your quirkiness and cute charm grew on me. Or else I never would have dated you in the first place. How did you go from caring about me more than I could have imagined, to breaking my heart in the worst way possible?

            No, I’m not mad at you because we broke up. I’m mad at you because you just had to do it then, didn’t you? I’m mad at you because you let people turn on me. I’m mad at you because you didn’t have an ounce of decency to look me in the eye and give me a real reason. I’m mad at you for ruining one of the best friendships I’ve ever had. But I get it, you’re a teenage guy. You’re dumb, and I’ll never forget that.

            I don’t regret dating you. I don’t regret having such a good friendship- well, while it lasted. Though you’ve put me through so much, you’ve reminded me to live without regrets. The happy times that we shared together outweigh the heartbreak and sadness that I went through. I’m just glad I never told you I loved you.

 

♥ Diary of a Teen

 

Asshole Drivers

Dear Assholes,

 

            If there’s multiple signs that say “right lane closed ahead”, “merge left”, or something of the like, why the hell would you keep driving in the right lane? Yes, I understand you’re a self-centered, conceited, jerk who just wants to get to your own destination as fast as possible. But let’s think this out; if you just ride the closed lane as long as possible then just cut in, you’re only slowing everyone down! On top of that, if you think you’re entitled to cut in at the last minute, think again. If you have your blinker on, I’ll probably let you in. If you are driving like a jerk, no way in hell am I letting you in. Sucks for you.

 

Sincerely,

The Nice Driver

 

 

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Angry Rant- Periods

            Fuck periods. It just seems like they try to sabotage your life. Go on vacation, period. Big social event, period. I mean come on! Honestly, do I really need to be punished for not being pregnant? Like hello, virgin over here.

            It’s just like congratualations, you’re not pregnant! Just for being awesome we’re gonna ruin your plans, no swimming, no white pants; oh, and enjoy those bumpy car rides. Yep, I swear every time I’m on my period I’m stuck in a damn long-ass car ride on a road that’s bumpy as hell. Can you say uncomfortable?

            Aside from the sudden urge to find the closest bathroom, bipolar mood swings, and obnoxious bloating, it’s a fucking joke that we have to act completely normal or people get pissed at us. Yeah, I’m moody. No, I’m not trying to cop an attitude. So please, back off for like 4 or 5 days, and come back to me when I’m normal. K thanks.

 

 

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Freckles

            Normal girls- lay in the sun without sunscreen, get a nice even tan and some cute freckles. Me- stands in the sun for 5 minutes while wearing sunscreen, is covered from head to toe in freckles. I’m naturally pale with freckles, and I don’t tan. So it kind of bothers me when girls go around saying “oh my freckles are coming out”. Like bitch go away, you only like them in the summer. You don’t have to deal with them year round. You have cute little sporadic freckles, not a face full of them.

            Don’t get me wrong, I love my freckles. But I can’t stand girls that brag about how cute their little summer freckles are. Like no, go away.

♥ Diary of a Teen

Pet Peeve- Rude Comments from Biased Opinions

            You wanna know what really pisses me off sometimes? When the supporters of someone who didn’t win make comments like “you were so much better than her” and “you deserved it, you should’ve won”. They never consider what the winner is thinking when they overhear these comments. The people that say those things don’t even consider how much effort the winner put into whatever contest this was. All they think about is their biased opinions about someone who probably didn’t win fair and square.

            Yes, I understand that in the heat of the moment you want to comfort someone after they’ve been beat. They probably tried hard to win, and may or may not have thought that they deserved to win. But going around proclaiming how unfair it was that the winner won isn’t gonna make anyone else feel better. Sometimes you need to know when to shut up and hold it until later. If you feel like making these comments to make the “loser” feel better, do it in private. Cause often the winner worked very hard to win and doesn’t need your biased opinions to bring them down.

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Don't Let Your Fears Stop You

            I can’t say that I have a “worst fear” that I’m deathly scared of and it controls my life. However, I tend to forget how much I hate heights until I’m thrown into a situation where I’m up in some high up place and can’t help but look down.

            It hit me again yesterday when I was out on vacation. We went to a place called Wonderworks. It’s a lot of fun interactive exhibits, and there’s ropes courses and laser tag and lots of family fun stuff. I didn’t think the ropes course would be that bad, until I got hooked in, went up, and looked down. You’re pretty much standing on this platform (without any railings!) while being hooked in by this 1” thick rope. You then have two choices- walk around on more 1” thick ropes, or just go back down. Well the first time I went up, I got up there, mini freaked out, managed to get across one of the ropes sections, then proceeded to quickly get back down to ground level.

            After collecting myself and reevaluating which sections of the course were at least slightly safer, I managed to convince myself to go back up. This time I actually made it across a few different sections. I’m proud of myself for going back up and trying again. Maybe not conquering my fear, but not letting it stop me.

            Now as if I hadn’t had enough fear induced, adrenaline pumping action for the day, I decided to go zip lining. I was okay when I got harnessed in. But then they made me wait for almost 45 minutes. Of course this time allowed my mind to think of all the terrible things that could happen while I was hanging from a cable three stories up in the air. Once they finally let us go up the tower, I was okay walking up, but then they made me step up to the edge of the platform. Trust me, if you’re standing on the edge of a platform three stories up over a lake, you start to freak out a little. But once I went it was so much fun. I’m so glad I didn’t let my fears stop me.

 

♥ Diary of a Teen

Angry Rant- They're Replacing my Locker!

            Is it bad that I’m getting genuinely upset about the fact that they’re replacing my locker? I’m actually really angry, sad, annoyed, and generally overwhelmed by this. This has been my locker since the first day of freshman year; now 3/4 of the way through my senior year they decide to tear it down?

            Since my freshman year, they’ve been gradually replacing all the lockers at my school each summer. Being one of the last sets of lockers left, my locker was next to go. But when they didn’t replace it this past summer, I figured it would stay at least until I graduated. But no. I walk into school today and there’s a note on my locker saying “clean out your locker by Friday, it will be replaced over April Break”. I mean come on! You cannot just do it like this. Did they really just give me two days notice that they’re ripping apart the little piece of that school that was all mine?

            My first reaction was sadness. I love my locker. All the new lockers are top/bottom lockers. But my old one is 3/4 of the way up, then it has a cubby on top. It’s a great size and shape for all of my stuff. Of course then I felt angry. I was just given two days to clean out and get rid of the thing that was all mine. With all these emotions I kind of went around throwing mini temper tantrums all day. But could you blame me?

            I mean now I have to worry about having someone above or below me, learning a new combination, and dealing with the hideous burgundy color that they new lockers will be. Ugh, like did they really have to do this now? Couldn’t they have just waited until the summer?

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Party Stories- White Out Dance

            So Friday night was my last high school dance :’( It was the White Out Dance and we (Student Council) spent so much time planning it. Aside from the depressing moment when I realized it was my last dance, it was so much fun!

            Like I’ve mentioned, I’m kind of expected to “party hard” now, so yeah, alcohol was secretly involved. (Note to self for next time- no matter what you add to Four Loko, it still tastes fucking disgusting.) But I love to just be able to go crazy and have fun without anyone worrying about it. I love dancing and having fun, and letting loose.

            Again there’s always that awkward story that comes out of it. This time it was having absolutely no idea who I danced with. I think it was a freshman; but then again, I didn’t even look at him so I’m going off of what other people said. He kinda just came up behind me and asked if I wanted to dance so I was like sure. Advice to guys that don’t know how to grind- don’t be afraid of touching her. Don’t thrust yourself into her but like he wasn’t touching me! (aside from his hands kind of being on my hips)

            But I wouldn’t change that night. I actually kind of had a dancing partner most of the night (someone different than the freshman), and I got to enjoy myself one last time. Up next, prom prep.

♥ Diary of a Teen

Funny Class Story

            Funny story about phones in class. First some background knowledge- my school has this new “BYOD” (bring your own device) policy this year. Lots of students use it as an excuse to text in class. Although most teachers find it irritating, I do have one teacher that understands the shenanigans of our class, and accepts the humor of it.

            It started when one person was texting, so he confiscated his phone and put it on a desk at the front. The second person started using his phone for a semi-legitimate BYOD use, but didn’t really put it away after and started texting; so his phone got confiscated too. A few minutes later, the second phone starts ringing, and keeps ringing. It then comes to everyone attention that another kid in class is calling that phone. So phone number three gets confiscated. Now phone number three starts ringing. The teacher gets smart and looks at it to find that another kid in the class is calling it. Four phones are now confiscated. Then just at add to it, a kid throws his phone up front.

            Honestly that was one of the most entertaining classes ever. So if someone’s phone ever gets confiscated in class and you want to mess with people, start calling it.

♥ Diary of a Teen

 

Celebrity Spotlight

            I’m kind of questioning what makes “celebrities” so much more important than normal people. When something happens to a celebrity, people make such a big deal out of it. But when that same thing happens to a normal person, people just go about their day, pause to show some form of concern, then move on.

            Example 1: Kevin Ware, Louisville basketball player compound break during an Elite Eight game on Sunday. Yes, I will admit that his injury was gruesome and difficult to watch- and I’m really tired of people posting pictures of it! However, there are so many worse injuries that happen to people every day that society just ignores.

            Example 2: Shain Gandee, MTV personality from the show Buckwild, found dead on Monday. Social networks were filled with mourning thoughts about a “drunk hillbilly”. Can you imagine how many other people died that day? Whether it be natural death, accidental, or even murder, so many other people are dealing with the death of someone who actually meant something to them in their life. Monday also announced the death of US soldier Michael Cable. Did most of society care about this? No, they cared more about over reacting to the death of someone who was doing much less for society.
            I understand that celebrities are constantly in the public eye, and have reputations to uphold so that they can continuously be positive influences. However, what makes them so much more special? If they do one action that other people do every single day, it’s so much more important because they’re a celebrity. It just doesn’t make sense.

♥ Diary of a Teen

Happy Easter?

            So happy Easter? Well, I guess it’s just happy Sunday if you’re Jewish. IDK, holidays are just kind of pointless in my life at this point. When I was little we’d go to my grandmas and there’d be lots of family. Then most of the family died off and/or got too old to travel; so it’s really just my grandparents, my family, and my aunt, uncle, and cousin at this point. My holidays pretty much consist of getting to my grandma’s house 2 hours early, sitting on her couch not socializing all day, waiting forever to eat, then going home.

            All the old “traditions” have officially stopped too. We used to do Easter egg hunts. As the big kids got older my grandma just wouldn’t hide eggs for them. But nope, no egg hunt this year. I stopped getting baskets years ago. I stopped trying to look nice for holidays years ago. No one in the family is my age so I pretty much sit there on my phone while the rest of the family socializes. At this point I see it as almost pointless.

 

♥ Diary of a Teen

 

I Broke my "Party Hard" Virginity

            I guess I actually partied hard last night. It was fun, and I’m proud of myself for “letting lose”. (I’ve been told recently that I need to do that more often) Yeah usually I don’t party hard. Or at all. Honestly, beforehand I was genuinely scared for what I was getting myself into. But it was fun. Although I guess now I’m initiated and expected to party hard more often. Oh well, I’m in.  

 

♥ Diary of a Teen

Angry Rant- Your Plans are NOT the Most Important

            The world does not revolve around you and your plans. Just because you planned something doesn’t mean that it’s going to work for everyone, so you better be quick to accept that. Last Tuesday I was suppose to go on a field trip. Come Monday the forecast wasn’t looking good so the trip had to be postponed. A few days later we found out it was rescheduled for this Wednesday. The original trip went only during the school day, so we didn’t have to worry about it interfering with our outside lives. The first problem with the rescheduled trip is that it doesn’t. The rescheduled trip goes from 1-7 pm.

            Well 99% of the people going on the trip have to be back for an event at school that starts at 7. This event was scheduled way before the first field trip was rescheduled. But the teacher of the first field trip things that her event is the most important thing ever and that we can just be late to the other event. Umm, hello, she scheduled her event on top of the other one! You can’t schedule something on top of a pre-planned event then tell us to just be late to something we’ve already committed to. That’s just rude!

            On top of that she’s now angry at as for “setting a bad example” for other schools because we want to leave the field trip early to get back to school in time. Don’t you think arriving late to the event at school is rude? Don’t you think that blaming us for making plans is rude? We paid to be a part of the event at school; therefore we have no reason to be forced into staying on an optional field trip instead.

            She needs to suck it up and accept the fact that life isn’t perfect, she didn’t plan perfectly, and we are mature enough to choose which event we would prefer to attend. She’s lucky we’re trying to make both work to start with instead of backing out of the field trip completely.

♥ Diary of a Teen

Too Young for Victoria's Secret?

So the other day Good Morning America did a story about a mom-blogger that made a statement saying she was okay letting her 9 year old shop at Victoria’s Secret once she became a tween. This sparked a lot of controversy across America, as many people were appalled saying she was sexualizing her daughter, etc. Here’s my take on all of this.

First off, her daughter is only 9. She did not say that she currently lets her daughter shop at Victoria’s Secret, but would in the future. Second, she made a valid argument that the main purpose was that once her daughter began to have to change in the locker room, she wanted her to have options so she wouldn’t be embarrassed about her underwear. I understand that we don’t all want to walk around in Barbie underwear.

It’s not like she’s forcing her child to wear thongs and push up bras or sexy lingerie. She’s simply allowing her daughter the future choice of wearing cuter underwear. Personally, I think if she’s willing to fork up $10 for a pair of bikini briefs, then more power to her. I love my pink polka dot VS undies, but I’ve never bought a single pair from the company (however, I do redeem all my free coupons).

Those are my thoughts. Here’s the link to an ABC article on the story. http://abcnews.go.com/blogs/lifestyle/2013/03/mom-says-victorias-secret-okay-for-tween/

♥ Diary of a Teen 

My Family is so Embarrassing

My family is the most embarrassing thing to go out in public with. Honestly, I can’t stand it sometimes. We can’t go out to eat and just have a normal dinner. Nooo, someone has to make some stupid comment, do something absolutely ridiculous, or bring negative attention to us in whatever way they can think of. I can’t stand it! Can we please just be mature and not look stupid? Sometimes I’d rather sit at home alone than go out with certain people in my family.

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How to Piss Me Off

There’s a lot of things that irritate me, anger me, and just downright piss me off. Once you start pissing me off, it just gets easier and easier to irritate me. If you’re a guy, here are six easy steps to piss me the hell off- 1. Make me second to a fucking Xbox. 2. Go out without me and ask why I didn’t come. Hello, I wasn’t invited! It was not “implied”. 3. Call me babe thinking it will fix everything 4. Calling me another girl’s name. 5. Trying to make me your go-fer. It’s not my job to go pick things up for you. 6. Ignore me all day then ask for naked pictures.

Yes, this has all happened; and within a matter of like 2 hours. Needless to say he had a lot of redeeming to do. But bottom line, don’t piss me off; once you do you’re just digging yourself deeper and deeper into that hole.

♥ Diary of a Teen

True Life: I'm an Inner Whore

This is kind of a joke between me and a friend, and somehow there’s an inside joke within my friend group that I’m some sort of major whore. Let’s just clarify this right now- I am in no way a whore. I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 17. The only two guys I’ve ever kissed are two of my best friends. On the bases scale, the farthest I’ve gotten is to second. So yeah, I’m not actually a whore.

But god sometimes I really just wish I could go out and be a major whore for just one night, then return to my normal life like nothing ever happened. I wanna dress like a whore, act like a whore, and just let my inner whore out. Cause really, if I wanted to go out and be a whore all the time I could, but I don’t want to be known as one. I just want one night to let it all out and see what it’s like.

♥ Diary of a Teen

Sexting

So basically, we’re teenagers; we’re quickly developing sexual beings. Hormones going crazy, so obviously us teens just go crazy. And when you can’t be all over someone, the next best thing is porn or sexting. (Okay so “legally” you can’t watch porn until you’re 18, but we all do it so, oh well. It happens)

I don’t know about your life, but in my life there’s two kinds of sexting-- picture sexting and talking sexting. Personally, I hate picture sexting, I love talking sexting. As much as I’m comfortable with my body, I don’t feel comfortable flaunting it sexually. I have small boobs, bony sides, and a decent sized ass. And to my knowledge, two out of three of those are not sexually attractive qualities. And on top of that- guys, you’re dick is not attractive! Unless I’m already horny, it’s not gonna turn me on. Chiseled abs and a smile are so much more attractive, but that’s not “sexting”.

But talking sexting is like sharing my sexual fantasies. Trust me, it turns me on so much more. But it also lets me feel like I do have the perfectly sexy body. Cause I can say the right things, and act like I know exactly what I’m doing. It’s kind of the best of everything, role playing, sexting, and me feeling more confident.

Now is this just me, or is it a girl thing, or do other people actually feel this way? I mean guys push so much for naked pictures, and it’s not what I want to show you. I’d rather talk about how sexy I can be instead of try and impress you with my tiny boobs and bony sides. You’ll get so much more out of me if you don’t push me for pictures.

♥ Diary of a Teen