One night, it was dark and rainy, and i ran over a fourteen years old kid. Now he is in a coma, and i later found out that he is an orphan. I go visit him every day, and nobody knows if he'll wake up or not. In the meantime my wife and i adopted him.
When I was 13 my brother started being mean to me so me and my best friend decided to give him pay back. We peed in cups and poured it all over his pillow, that night he slept on his pillow but kept complaining that it smelt funny, I blamed my dog, my brother still hasn't found out.
I think I'm in love with a psycho. He's mean but sweet at times without trying to be. He reads these secrets, I hope he'll tell me how he feels.
When I was 11 my grandma told me that when someone dies they void their bowels. I didn't understand what she meant fully so when I got pretty bad diarrhea one day, I thought I was going to die and I gave away all my pokemon cards...
I always had this irrational fear that only me and my family could see the clothes we had on (because I thought we were mentally ill), and that people didn't tell us , because they didn't want to be mean to mentally ill people. I was so afraid people were looking (and laughing) at my "willy" that I made a habit out of wearing two pairs of underwear... Just to be safe!