It was the hardest point of my life so far.
Not even the closest group of my friends know that story.
So who else is getting tired of these exaggerated stories from kids who think they have the worst life in all of internet?
And anyone cooler than them.
[COLOR=‘Black’]Everyone.
I think it was pretty obvious from my post.
I basically grew up in the middle of nowhere with chickens and cows and a b/w tv with 1 channel, because my mom couldn’t support me and I had to live with my grandmother. When I got back with my mom we moved to Canada where I lived in women’s shelters where 10+ random families share the same kitchen and bathroom and the other kids steal all your stuff. All because my mom left the guy who paid for her ticket, a wealthy russian programmer who wanted me to go to private school and study computer science, she left him only to get together with a drunk russian army dude who she hates even more but can’t leave because they fucked and the condom broke.
It’s not exaggerated. All of that really happened, and it sucked.
i lost my fucking bike key… now its chained up to some pole and ill have to go and cut through it without getting arrested for stealing my own bike
on the upside, i got a telephone number tonight, so i guess it was worth it?
…You got to meet other kids!?!?!
[COLOR=‘Gray’]Spoiled frog-humble stumbling cotton-headed ninny muggins… [/SIZE]
Lets jump on the bandwagon and tell everyone why my life is so horrible. Que the sad music.
Wanna know how I got these scars? My father was…a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me and he says “Why so serious?” Comes at me with the knife,“Why so serious?” He sticks the blade in my mouth. “Let’s put a smile on that face!” And… Why so serious?
@Burb: been there, done that. With a bunch of friends, 4 bikes and next to the main entrance of a shopping center. In my defense, I didn’t lose the key, my friend snapped it.
there was apparently a hole in my wallet, right where I was keeping my keys
i wish my house key had fallen out 
bad shit happens to people, dude. there isn’t shit you can do about it. i’ve got super empathy, and i either end up feeling extremely connected to everybody’s problems or i can’t even give the remotest fuck. both are equally as bad. but its whatever, i’m not bitching. trying to babysit people doesn’t work out for anybody involved.
you’re still young, deadline. just when you think you’ve been through some bad shit, you’ll get yourself into even worse situations. man up.
[COLOR=‘Black’]this public service announcement brought to you by a guy who is mortified of being outside alone but goes out anyway just to show himself who’s boss.
Um, thanks? I’m not quite sure what to think of that.
I think the point was that your life will forever get worse. The End.
Oh. That sucks.
i’ve found gal pals crept up naked in their showers with blood all over, but i always saw that as them being fucked up, unlike deadline seems to suggest with his synopsis here.
i’m sure that girl was considerably more traumatized than you were by all that.
I never said worse things don’t happen to other people. I just wanted to share my story. I’m not even sure of what reminded me of it, anyway.
There were 2 snails on the path, I accidentaly stood on one, the other looked at me which made me feel guilty…worst day of my life
crashed the car into a ditch full of snow
weird mang, like driving into water
got it pulled out and nothing’s broken though and it was pretty exhilarating so as an experience that was p fun but still fu
all my exes are windows/dos executables