Author Topic: Worst experience of your life.  (Read 6643 times)

My sister ran over my leg with a bicycle
or
I rode a scooter down a driveway, fell off, and ripped my chin open

My sister ran over my leg with a bicycle
or
I rode a scooter down a driveway, fell off, and ripped my chin open
My cousin did the scooter thing on a golf cart.

I don't even know how the hell to explain this, but it's basically a clusterforget of emotions and thoughts.

My cousin did the scooter thing on a golf cart.
lolwut
I don't even know how the hell to explain this, but it's basically a clusterforget of emotions and thoughts.
See the statement above

Rode a motorcycle into my neighbors car when i was little...
It hurt :c

Rode a motorcycle into my neighbors car when i was little...
It hurt :c
So much wrong with this.

So much wrong with this.
Lol, it was just a pocket rocket and i was like 7-8 so i fit properly, but my brother had modified it to go faster and i didnt know how to break...

Oh dear god I really don't want to say this but I'm going to anyways.

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There was this girl I had liked in school for about four months (before school went out). She hadn't known for a month or so, when one of my friends (who was also one of her friends) was having a discussion about people we liked. This friend asked me who I liked. I wouldn't tell. But they continued to ask me. I still refused to say who it was, when all of a sudden the friend started guessing girls who I might like. First girl that the friend said, was the one I liked. I must have gotten this weird look on my face because the friend gasped and the promised to never tell. Crap.

Then there was this really annoying girl in our class. She had overheard something about it, but not the girls name. She nearly flipped even though I never knew her. So then the friend that said that they would "never tell" told the annoying girl the first letter of the name of who I liked. Immediately the annoying girl goes to who I liked and whispers something in her ear. The friend was really sorry and I was just plain pissed. I was sure the girl I liked wouldn't think much of it. But then everyone knew all of a sudden. My friends taunted me about it, people in our class would shove me towards her saying handicap things like. "Go get her!" One night I was just sick of it, so I went onto Facebook and just said I liked her. I said it out loud. Now if I had 341,298 friends like everyone else, this would be bad. But I only had 9. And they were only my good friends. One of my best friends (who was a girl) understood exactly what I meant I congratulated me on it. The next day my friend tried to pull that handicapped trick and the best friend who was girl snapped him out of it.

About two nights later, the girl I liked messages me on Facebook telling me that she was sick of me being so mean to her. I was confused. I had barely talked to her recently. But then the discussion turned into a war. And I said something wrong. She just ignored me. When I asked her three times if she was there, she exploded yelling at me that she never wanted to be at the same school as me, she didn't know anyone in the school besides her best friend, and that she just wanted to leave. It seriously broke my heart just to see her hating me so much. But it got worse, and this is the moment I will regret for the rest of my life.

The next day I went to school. My friends were there before me, and class hadn't started yet. Discussion follows, small talk, and I say how last night this girl messaged me. They want to know more. I refuse, but my number one best friend I thought I could trust. So I told him "She was just really angry last night, saying things as if she hated everyone in the school." He understood. But then some snoopy jerk who I knew sort of well only heard bits. He disappears into the crowd. I continue discussing things like video games, when all of a sudden my legs have gone out from under me. And it hurt. The girl was standing right there, who had just kicked me in the leg about as hard as she she could. She screamed at me things like "Stop spread rumors," and "Don't get into my life," but really all I felt was the cold hard pain of the bruise that was left on my leg for four days, and had me limping for the rest of the school day. It was the fist time I had ever truly liked anyone, and within a month I was rejected. Then people started going into class. They all left, and as I tried to stand up but failed, that snoopy "FRIEND" looks at me for a few seconds. He was the smartest kid in our class. I expected some apology at the least.

But he looks at me, and then he goes and he SMILES. I wanted to punch him so hard in the face he'd be feeling pain as long as my leg was bruised. But he just went in. I sat outside and cried for what felt like years. And when I went back in, the girl apologized to me instead, which almost made me feel better but then she ended it with this; "Just stop talking to me." And she meant it.

From then on it was awkward being around her anywhere, and it was worse when I had to sit next to her in Language Arts. The issue is that she's a furry, and she's not very private about it, so she's constantly drawing pictures. The furry part wasn't why I liked her; It was because she was an extremely talented artist, as well as good with computer knowledge, where as all the other girls have trouble with finding the Escape key. And the fact that she's so good at drawing pictures, everyone wants to see what she draws. Even when it's a furry picture.

God, I have to stop typing.

When I had two teeth ripped out by a dentist. He asked me whether I wanted a shot in the mouth or some numbing gel. Since I'm not too fond of needles, I took the numbing gel. He wiped it over my two teeth and reached in my mouth and started ripping out the teeth from my gums. It hurt, but I didn't say it did because I did NOT want the shot. Later on it was bleeding like nobody's business and we were about to leave, then my stomach started feeling bad and I had to lay down on the dirty bathroom floor or else I would've fainted. The dentist took me to the chair I was sitting in before and he let me sit back and relax. I got some apple juice and started feeling better. The only GOOD part about that day was the apple juice.
You call that bad. I had 2 needles stuck into my mouth then 8 teeth ripped out. I'm not even loving kidding. Then i couldn't close my mouth and I felt sick to my stomach really bad.

I was helping my brother and his friends make some peppers stuffed with cheese and wrapped in bacon (delicious!) and like...45 minutes after I had finished slicing the peppers and taking the seeds out, I rubbed my eye.


HUGE loving MISTAKE OH GOOOOOOOD. At that point, at the peak of burning intensity in my eye, I think it would have been better to cut my eye out with a knife. Just thinking about the experience makes my eyes water with remembering that intense pain.

As the pain eased away, it felt like I had the world's worst loving sunburn all over my eyes and area under my eyes.

when I had to get a shot in my eyelid. like, three times. it was novacane or whatever and the shots hurt everytime, then after that I had to feel the doctor rip the stuff from my eye.

this has happened twice. :c

Almost falling to my death from a dirt mountain.
That mountain is still fun though

« Last Edit: December 16, 2015, 08:51:30 PM by Shazoo »

Oh dear god I really don't want to say this but I'm going to anyways.

God, I have to stop typing.
It's okay bro come cry on my shoulder. :c

I was helping my brother and his friends make some peppers stuffed with cheese and wrapped in bacon (delicious!) and like...45 minutes after I had finished slicing the peppers and taking the seeds out, I rubbed my eye.


HUGE loving MISTAKE OH GOOOOOOOD. At that point, at the peak of burning intensity in my eye, I think it would have been better to cut my eye out with a knife. Just thinking about the experience makes my eyes water with remembering that intense pain.

As the pain eased away, it felt like I had the world's worst loving sunburn all over my eyes and area under my eyes.
Wash it out with milk, handicap.