When I was in 6th Grade, I went to the toilet and was going to pee like a boy... I thought I was pretty good at it until some pee trickled down my leg...
And by some, I mean lots...
I'm really close with my ex's best friend. We were getting food together one day and he said something hilarious, but that you know you should scold in public. Although I didn't mean to, I yelled my ex's name at him, instead of his own. Oops... guess my feelings are loud and clear.
Hello I'm a girl, and no one understands my problem. I cut I started when my father hit me. He is an alcoholic and cheated on my mother. My mother died last year before mother's day. I visit her every day and have lovely conversations with her. I have no friends and I'm hated. People write mean things on my desk, locker, even on my clothes. I just want one friend.
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.