STOP WORRYING ABOUT POPULARITY!!Popularity is something the average girl or guy would need in their teen years, so it seems on television and movies.In real life, the majority of teens crave it.They think ''being cool'' or accepted by just one group of people or everyone liking you is gonna instantly change your life and you will be invited to all the parties, many opportunities and go out and DO REALLY FREAKING AWESOME STUFF!!!!!!!!!!You see people's pictures and constantly compare yourself to them. Who are they hanging with? I should be hanging with them- those negative thoughts that you might have.Please be yourself. Honestly the right people who love and appreciate you for YOU are so much more worth it and make you feel on top of the world, TRUTHFULLY. <3 WHY should you pretend to like something you don't, dress a style you don't like, try to dress yourself up and care what people think? We all do it. I did it too. I tried to dress sexy to fit my ''popular social butterfly'' image, when in reality I
Reasons To Hate Maths1. Maths is a subject that takes everyday life, and turns it into something so complicated that almost no-one can understand it.2. Most people find maths so boring that they are driven insane, every lesson.3. The majority of maths is absulutely POINTLESS. For example, the only time algebra is used is when you are being taught it, or if you are a teacher of it!4. Even maths that is generally accepted as being highly useful, is only useful if your brain is predisposed to be able to deal with it! Unlike mine.5. IN GENERAL, maths teachers are much more evil than teachers of good subjects such as English. As if the subject itself wasn't bad enough, the teacher makes the lessons hell for all pupils.6. And just when we think we've escaped, maths homework kicks in. So you end up tearing your hair out at home instead. Maths tries to take over our lives!!7. Maths lowers students' self-esteem and makes them feel like their best is not ever good enough.8. And worst of all, MATHS IS AGAINST
Maybe I Am GreedyI want to have answersWhen people ask why smiles don't always existWhy we are always lost within ourselvesWhy the only things that help the painAre the ones that also cause it.I want to reach the sunAnd say that big is not a synonym for badAnd tell it to keep shiningThat it keeps us all alive.I want to hug girls like meWith wordsTo wrap my paper and ink around themAnd tell them it's okayTo steal the metal from their fingersAnd kiss their foreheadsAnd dry their tearsAnd stop their bloodAnd show them they are beautiful.