When I was 12, me and my little brother were throwing stones at the lake, I accidentally hit him on his forehead and he started bleeding so much that I was Scared to tell my dad, so I pushed him off the dock. Then I told my father that he was drowning in the lake and I rescued him. As a reward I got a new bicycle.
I come from a very small, very religious town. My life is seriously that whole sob story. I've been bullied since I was 9: verbally, physically and sexually. Now, at 15, I've realized that I'm bisexual. I'm Scared to tell anyone because my mum is really religious, my dad's homophobic, my friends are close-minded and my school is Catholic (they kicked a girl out for being lesbian).
Every time i sit on the toilet i'm Scared that a monster would come out and pull me inside, so i try to poop as fast as i can LOL
When I was in 3rd grade, I was really obsessed with fairies, one day I went on google to look up some fairy pictures and I found a bunch of porn. (I was really confused and Scared) Right at that moment, my grandma walked in my room and I was grounded for 2 months.
Every time I get mad or sad or Scared I grab a knife and throw it at a tree in my yard. Then i feel bad for it.