about a girl.●●●
Hi. People call me farah.I like to doodle lyrics. and quotes. I first loved on March 8,1993. Yes, I'm going to be a senior in high school this year. SPM sucks balls. Why can't they just leave us alone?. Taylor Lautner? he's my husband.. I like to read. Books are cool.. No, contrary to popular belief, I am neither a nerd nor am I heartless. i
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Saturday, September 22, 2007 11:59 am
P/s: Syawal, you are NOT to critique this post saying that I shouldn’t be so depressed and stuff. Other side comments welcomed though.Parents. They nag at you. They say you’re ‘ignorant, spoilt, unappreciated the things they do for you’ and the likes of it. And then they go ranting and raving on ‘how easy we have it now’ compared to their childhood. They say they have to walk miles to reach school. Have to cook and clean on their own, etcetera, etcetera. Sure, WE, the present generation, have it easy physically (maids, transports, IT) but do we have it easily MENTALLY? I doubt it.
Back in those days, I doubt they had to worry about anything called ‘crushes’ or ‘puppy love’. And for that matter, ‘biatches’, ‘assholes’ and such.
For instance, my worst enemy, the frigging most BIATCH person in the history of all BIATCHES used to be my close friend. I have fights with the boys in my class. I LOVE someone who I doubt, likes me back.
And I’m overweight.
Blame it on stress, blame it on junk food, and blame it on enemies. I hate being fat. I can’t buy clothes I like. There won’t be a size. I can’t buy shoes I like. Not only are my feet long because of my being tall, but they’re wide. I can’t go to malls without having people look at me with looks on their faces saying ‘OMG-That-girl-is-so-fat-she-doesn’t-deserve-to-have-a-part-in-society.’ Then comes the diets and stuff. It’s easier said than done.
I hate it that I have friend who are gorgeous and stuff. When we go out, they’ll go to shops to try on clothes and I’ll just stand there looking lost. I’m most probably doomed. No boy would ever like a girl like me. I don’t have the looks.
And yeah, I know you guys are going to kill me and all after reading this and say that ‘love messes with your head’, ‘you don’t need love’ ‘puppy love doesn’t last’ etcetera etcetera but you know what?
I feel alone most of the time. I can’t even access my own blog anymore? How pathetic is that? I don’t have prepaid to text Karin or Syawal, even. I’m too scared to call Iman coz it’s going to be massive. She’ll kill me and then my parents will kill me because of the phone bill.
There you have it people. A rant by a moping, annoyed, agitated and dazed fourteen year old girl.