I am, like most people (teens), a lot of things. Immature, annoying, some girls say I'm super sweet, but I'm also loud, temperamental freak, wierd, a bit of a asshole, and ugly. If I had a dollar for everytime someone (besides myself) called me ugly I'd probably be more wealthy than Trump. But now it's becoming short lived because, to all the guys who say I'm ugly...I know dumbass. I usually thank them for reminding me because I break every mirror and they walk away. But really the only reason I'm ugly is because I have braces and my face is zit central. Sure I don't have a great body but I'm working out for that too. So please don't tell me I'm ugly because I'm well aware dipshit. Things like that is why I've been an asshole too. I respond back to people with the same emotions they throw at me. But never to the ladies. I've been raised by parents who wanted a boy who treats women with respect and I've always gotten that because most the guys around my age are fuckboys. So I try to be as nice to girls as I can. But again treat me the way you want to be treated. Hell I am annoying, immature, loud (mostly because my hearing sucks), but that's only because I usually have a high-energy personality and I don't give a shit what most people think when I go nuts randomly. But temperamental? I can go from all smiles to I want to beat the shit out of whoever pissed me off in a second. It's this way though because of life at home. Over the years as I've grown up it's built up with my age. I don't necesarily agree with my mom on things about 99.99% of the time, and I tend to watch what my parents do because of how much they yell at me. I can't even talk to myself when I remembered to do something without getting into a heated argument with my mom. I forget to do something but come back to it later, my mom is furious. I don't talk loud enough just once I get a mom lecture. I get asked a question about what I need to do, then after mom yells at me to move faster as I walk to where ever I need to be. The list goes on, but as you can see I get most of this anger from my mom. Everyone at my old school would call me a temperamental freak because of my swift mood changes everytime someone picked on me. It's hell hearing it but it's true. Don't f*** with me. (Please) But I usually come back and try to make nice with whoever I got heated at. It's stressful but I'm used to it. Have a nice day :).
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