Alright, I'm bringing it back. Here's another list of things I hate:
1) When mom decides what I like. Now, we've all been there. If you say you haven't, you're lying. You know those times at restaurants when you wanna order something you want, but your mom says, "how about you get that ibstead?" But then, when you say, "mom, I hate that. You know this," she says, "no, you love it!" Ugh. And then I'm forced to eat it. I hate lasagna, MOM! I know, first world problems, but I live in a first world country and I have choices. I'm not being bitchy.
2) Fakes. So, in sixth grade, I had a friend named...let's say (to protect identity)..Sam. So Sam was my best friend in sixth grade. I even invited her to my birthday party, which was a big deal cause it was my first one. Anyways, she was my bestie. But, then everything changed when the fire nation attacked. No, just kidding. She became popular and decided I wasn't cool enough to hang around. Now, in eighth grade, she's my enemy and goes around calling me "Trump supporter" in the hallways, probably because I'm white.
I don't know. Well, cya next time!
