See that line? I wish I had done better on that scholarship interview.

I have a question. When did it become I have a question. When did it become okay for emo kids to say the word "n****" or "ngr" or any type of word like that? I f****** hate emos. And that makes me hate them even more.

I have a question. When did it become I have a question. When did it become okay for emo kids to sa...

I hate my mother. Tried to think otherwise millions of times before but I'm really starting to hate her. Last night was probably the last straw for me. It wasn't a big event but my frustration against her has built up so much. Last night, I told her (I'm studying a language) that our teacher taught us some kindergarten song. I thought it would be funny to share because we're all too old for it in my class (most are in college or working). Then she asked me to sing and I told her I didn't want to. She kept insisting and I just did it to get it over with. There was a weird atmosphere and I wanted to share another story to lighten up the mood. You know what she says? She's not interested. Well, what can I do? I didn't say anything else after that. And today, she wakes me up by hitting my leg and telling me to eat the freaking oatmeal she made. I did and then she told me to think about what I did last night. Like what? Refusing to sing? I don't understand. She's so irrational sometimes and you can't ever win against her. She asks for your opinion but she just responds by trying to make you think that she's always right. Yes, she cooks for me and stuff like that but what gets on my nerves are the things that come out of her mouth. Telling me I'm stupid, what kind of IQ do I have and being disrespectful. When she's angry, you always have to give in to her. I wish I hadn't moved in with her. I didn't know what kind of "mother" she was. She didn't even raise me. Heck, I don't even know my real dad's name. Did I ever complain about those? NO. I just suck it all up and pretend that I forgot all the things she did (digging her nail, pulling my hair) and be happy all the time. Can't wait to move out.

I hate my mother. Tried to think otherwise millions of times before but I'm really starting to hate ...

Here's the situation: I was pulling up to a right turn. Crosswalk ahead. Person crossing from my left behind a large vehicle. What I did do (apparently): Startle you and make you believe that I might hit you. What I didn't do: Hit you. Drive into the crosswalk even. What I did: Break, before the crosswalk. And signal w/ the universal wave of "my bad". Twice. As in "I get it -- my bad!" What you did: Gesture and yell at me loudly as if I had intended you harm. Despite the repeated gestures of "My bad." What my "Seattle Wave" gesture turned into: The Finger. As in: I didn't a) Hit you b) pull into the crosswalk and c) fail to acknowledge that I had started to drive w/out seeing you, so D) this is less of a confession than a need to be shriven. Yet, despite my contrition, you continued to yell at me as if I had done anything wrong. So yeah, I still think I was in the right for turning my 'sorry' wave into a 'you know what? fuck you!' finger.

Here's the situation: I was pulling up to a right turn. Crosswalk ahead. Person crossing from my lef...