exaggerate:
Inflected forms: ex·ag·ger·at·ed, ex·ag·ger·at·ing, ex·ag·ger·ates
tr. 1. To represent as greater than is actually the case; overstate: exaggerate the size of the enemy force; exaggerated his own role in the episode. 2. To enlarge or increase to an abnormal degree: thick lenses that exaggerated the size of her eyes.
Verb
intr. To make overstatements.

confrontation:
1. The act of confronting or the state of being confronted, especially a meeting face to face. 2. a. A conflict involving armed forces: a nuclear confrontation. b. Discord or a clash of opinions and ideas: an age of ideological confrontation. 3. A focused comparison: an essay that brought elements of biography, autobiography, and general European history into powerful, meaningful confrontation. N.
Other forms
con'fron·ta'tion·al adj.con'fron·ta'tion·ist n.

resentment:
Indignation or ill will felt as a result of a real or imagined grievance. See Synonyms at anger. N.

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+ i hate people who blow things out of proportion, although i tend to do that at times, it's a real "pet peeve" of mine.

+ i have restrained from any form of confrontation for a very long time.  i intend to keep it that way.  hopefully, those who over-exaggerate the situation, facts, and details will shut the hell up so i won't have to go there.  fuckers.

+ the feeling of resentment haunts me.  everyday, every night, and all the fucking time.

do that many people really matter anyway?  if friends come and go, then anyone will... sometimes, even your family.  i used to think that the friends i had, would "have my back."  truthfully, most of them were just to keep me company for wherever i was at.  there are so few that are worth keeping in touch with.  you live and you learn.  i guess i finally learned that friends don't mean your whole world.  you, yourself do.  what else is there to say?  i'm doing a lot better now.  i'm a pretty damn hard worker in school now.  -pats myself on the back-  later days.

"What is there to love, than life itself?"

my first week of school sucked ass. why? i don't really know why, but i felt really down in the dumps the first week. i was ready to get to work, but i kept feeling lost even though i was paying attention in class. i stopped talking to more than half of the people i did last year, don't ask me why. i just did. i think it's better that way because now, i'm not as distracted as i seemed to have been last year. well, as the week progressed, things did get better. i stopped feeling so freaking lost, but i was having some "issues" with 2 of my friends about where to meet each other after 4th period, but i suppose that issue is resolved now. nothing major, just minor, but i am stuck with a shit load of homework all weekend. i don't think i have ever had this much homework in the longest time. i feel like i'm so busy, even though i'm really not... i think. my big sister also left today. she went back to austin for school, and i guess she had a safe trip. i just complained to her about this boy who is currently living with me. eh... you get over things, right? well... it was my cousin lynn's birthday just a few days ago. her brother told me that her birthday was boring as hell, and i exclaimed with, "why didn't you invite me??" he was like, "she didn't invite anyone. she's going to have a real party next week... i think." so yea, happy belated birthday to you, lynn. i think i'm going to go do some more homework now. until next time... good night.

"Winners never quit, and quitters never win."

Stuff i think about... a lot

i was just sitting around thinking about some "deep" stuff again.  sometimes, i wish that time would able me to erase many of the memories that i wish not to remember, but i know that it will never happen.  i guess the only way to forget something is to pretend that it never happend/existed.  i know it seems wrong, but instead of confronting a relationship/friendship that i'm semi-associated with, i'd much rather just forget about it... you know?  just lose contact and pretend like there was nothing drastic to end the communication, so that all you'll have are bittersweet memories and not the overly dramatic end.  my parents always used to tell me to choose my friends and choices wisely, and i just thought, "gee, how many times do i have to hear this?"  but now that i think of it... after i grew into my own skin,  i wish i did choose them wisely.  i know i have for the most part although i do have my regrets.  i know i have "bad" friends... and of course they aren't really bad, they are just lost.  those "bad" friends are the ones my parents strongly encourage me to stay away from, but if they are all alone without anyone to help them along their way, then they'll remain the same.  i suppose i was always this compassionate about people and because of that, i think that sociology would be a pretty good major for me. well anyhoo, that's just something i've been thinking about lately.

oh yea... and the subject of sex.  i don't think that it should be taken lightly.  now, i know that i am not the only person who thinks about the subject of sex.  your intuitions and moral beliefs may not be the same as mine,  but i think i should just let you know what i think.  premarital sex is indeed a sin, and if you're going to have premarital sex, you shouldn't treat it like it is a game.  i belive that love and sex go hand in hand.  i don't respect those that "fuck" just because it feels good.  neither do i respect those who have sex because they "like" someone.  to me, i think that you should be within love with a person to have sex.  a special kind of caring should be behind this action.  to others, it may not be the same, but this is how i think of it.  i'm not saying premarital sex is wrong, but according to the Bible it is a sin... i'm just saying that sex is not a game.  and for those of you who fuck just to fuck, think twice.  get a background check of your partner, use protection, and get tested.  i'm so tired of seeing young girls crying when they find out they're pregnant or seeing a young dude just take the fuck off because they knocked some broad up.  come to your senses people.

let's see here... what else have i been thinking about?  the confidence of people based upon their outward appearances.  i don't think that you have to be gorgeous to be able to feel good about yourself.  as long as you you're content with how you look, how you feel, and about what you're doing, the more beautiful you are whether or not you're one of the nation's top notches.  i think a person is most beautiful when they are happy with themselves... their inner glow will show itself.  i've never been able to feel so comfortable in my own skin.  i'm not saying that, "yea, i'm hott," but i'm saying as long as you're happy with yourself, then people will see you differently.  think of it like this,  if there is a pretty ass girl, but she has a bad attitude... all stuck up and what not,  would she be as pretty as she could be?  but an average girl with a great attitude would probably be able to knock that other bitch off the chart haha.  well, that's just what i think.  here's another way to get my point across... DON'T WORRY! BE HAPPY!