The Ramblings of an Immature 12 Year Old
The Ramblings of an Immature 12 Year Old provides many questions, opinions, and statements by the author herself, who is a proud immature 12 year old that rambles on and on about completely different topics.
She also occasionally brags about herself, and at moments throws in a complicated sequence of sentences that may make no absolute sense. She is a 12 year old though, but she's also a nerd and a bookworm. Watch out for ramblings of an immature 12-year old 2 later!
Every time I walk into my school, I see the evil boy's face. He was a bully to me when I was a measly little fourth grader. I had no evidence of any backbone at the time, so I let him insult my name while choking back the sobs that were threatening to pour out of me.
Every time I see him, I point him out to one of my friends who happens to be the nearest to me, and say, "Hey, that's the kid who bullied me in elementary school!" Most of my friends have heard that statement many times, so they just nod and say, "I know." Then I completely realize how overly annoying I am, so then I start panicking about losing my friends, because I am so self-centered and annoying all the time. I realize that I must be a pain to be around with all the time. Then I go home feeling horrible, and I think horrible thoughts.
I go to sleep really late when I'm thinking horrible thoughts. So I have very unusual dreams, and I end up having like a million bags under my eyes the next morning. Now I'm stuck with permanent bags for the rest of my life, and I looked horribly depressed and tired every morning. At school, at the most random moments, I have longings for my favorite cereal that's at home. I love cereal with its crunchy goodness. I once went a whole day with only eating cereal for my meals. I love reading things. Especially cereal boxes. They are sometimes really detailed. Other times cereal boxes look really boring, but when I'm bored, I look forward to bland and dreary cereal boxes. Even though cereal boxes have not really helped me reach my goals and excel in much other than visual pleasure to tired eyes, I am in honors reading classes, so I have not much to be worried about in most of my educational standards. Now I may seem overly smart after throwing so many complicated and confusing words and statements at you, but I am a nerd, and a bookworm. Well I'm getting really tired typing this, so I better stop. See you in The Ramblings of an Immature 12 Year Old 2!
Every time I walk into my school, I see the evil boy's face. He was a bully to me when I was a measly little fourth grader. I had no evidence of any backbone at the time, so I let him insult my name while choking back the sobs that were threatening to pour out of me.
Every time I see him, I point him out to one of my friends who happens to be the nearest to me, and say, "Hey, that's the kid who bullied me in elementary school!" Most of my friends have heard that statement many times, so they just nod and say, "I know." Then I completely realize how overly annoying I am, so then I start panicking about losing my friends, because I am so self-centered and annoying all the time. I realize that I must be a pain to be around with all the time. Then I go home feeling horrible, and I think horrible thoughts.
I go to sleep really late when I'm thinking horrible thoughts. So I have very unusual dreams, and I end up having like a million bags under my eyes the next morning. Now I'm stuck with permanent bags for the rest of my life, and I looked horribly depressed and tired every morning. At school, at the most random moments, I have longings for my favorite cereal that's at home. I love cereal with its crunchy goodness. I once went a whole day with only eating cereal for my meals. I love reading things. Especially cereal boxes. They are sometimes really detailed. Other times cereal boxes look really boring, but when I'm bored, I look forward to bland and dreary cereal boxes. Even though cereal boxes have not really helped me reach my goals and excel in much other than visual pleasure to tired eyes, I am in honors reading classes, so I have not much to be worried about in most of my educational standards. Now I may seem overly smart after throwing so many complicated and confusing words and statements at you, but I am a nerd, and a bookworm. Well I'm getting really tired typing this, so I better stop. See you in The Ramblings of an Immature 12 Year Old 2!
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