Today, I wrote in my own yearbook with different styles of handwriting so my mom would think I have friends. FML
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Thanksgiving
Questions about your love life, a burnt turkey and the cousin who knows everything: Thanksgiving, a contact sport.
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Today, as a part of my autobiography project for school, I needed to have 2 friends and 2 family members each write me a letter. I ended up having to forge 3 letters. FML
Today, I had to make up a story about my "friends" at school so my mom doesn't keep telling I'm a loser. FML
Today, I received a Saturday detention because the assignment I'd handed in had different handwriting. I've been practicing my handwriting skills for the past month. FML
Today, my mom friended all my friends on Facebook then thought it'd be a good idea to try and act like a teen so she'd be considered 'cool'. FML
Today, I asked about 30 students and 3 of my teachers to sign my yearbook. So far, only my math teacher agreed to write in it. He wrote, "You need to try harder next year." FML
Today, I got a birthday card from my parents. It was my sister's from earlier in the year. They scratched out her name and wrote mine underneath. FML
Guest star
Today, I was looking through my high school yearbook. I found a picture of myself and a couple of my friends at our senior prom. The caption gave the names of all my friends, their dates who didn't attend our school, and listed me only as "Guest." FML
Today, I finally got my yearbook for senior year in high school. I started what everyone does, which is count how many times I appear in the yearbook. I stopped when I found a prominent photo of me, picking my nose in class. FML
Today, I got sent to the principal's office because my Dad decided that instead of signing his name, he would sign, "Ms. Bigtits", because he wanted to make sure the teachers were paying attention to what their students handed in. FML
Today, I signed my own plaster-cast to make people believe that I actually have friends. FML
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that_is_Nathy 9
You actualy had no one signing your yearbook? Aw that's sad
Lisa89 3
My bet is you didn't even ask anyone to sign it. Should have asked them, get a conversation going, sign their's etc. Anyway, it's sad either way, sorry OP.
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Comments (197)
Cellmate4ever 0
Make friends then! :0
mea_iloveskiing 26
OP you should stop being sad and be awesome instead! :)
1molinamatt 5
Dw if ur smart you will end up being a rich person and everyone will love you :D
yoboihawk 2
Sad story fyl go learn abd make friebds matter of fact go make some now while you're at it.
Natalieeeeesian 1
i'll be your friend :) smile x
Kartor 6
Not only did no one sign your yearbook, but you're also trying to impress your mom?
biebette16 0
people that don't have friends shouldn't graduate
chaos420therapy 1
I would have signed it :)
brittneysmith123 0
awh that's terrible
kittydriftwood 0
You know, sometimes it's not a matter of being "anti social". Just look at all the negative replies OPs gotten. Just rude. How are you suppose to make friends with asshats such as yourselves? Who would WANT to? And OP--it seems like a big deal now, but just wait. None of those people are going to mean anything to you in the long run, anyway. Some people just aren't worth it. The greatest friendship we can have is the one with ourselves.
bankrupt 15
Thank you 130 for saying what I was thinking. I also had few friends in high school and was bullied. Now I am successful and have a very influential job and the most amazing thing about it is how many revisionist historians I hear from. I would estimate that I hear from some asshole from high school about once a month. In each case this person was someone who shit all over me. In each case they pretend we were pals and ask me for an enormous favor, like creating a job for them or their kid. In each case I remind them of every shitty thing they did to me then tell them to **** off. Only one person actually sincerely apologized. The rest of them pretended to apologize hoping I would still do them the favor. Most of them seem surprised. Either ******** on me was such a small part of their day that they don't remember it or thought I was so desperate to be in their crowd that I'd jump at the chance to do them a favor years after the fact. Many of them, who were kings and queens of the campus, amounted to nothing. They are the people for whom the best part of life ended when they were handed their high school diploma. I would feel sorry for them if they hadn't beaten me, ripped my clothes (with me still in them), spread lies about me, damaged my car multiple times and crank called my house, resulting in my dad nearly beating me to death because he figured the crank calls were retaliation for something I did. Don't worry about not fitting in with the assholes who are going nowhere.