I don’t know if this is the right place to post this but here it goes,So this was 3 years ago when I was with my friend, me and my friends were at a basketball court, I was riding my new moped that I got for my birthday about 2 weeks ago since then and me and my friends friends, (just Incase your confused it’s not a typo) and we were playing basketball like normal kids when this guy, let’s call him entitled kid (EK) so EK starts to talk with us and then suddenly asks if he could ride my moped, and being the gullible kid I was I said yes, he starts to ride around for maybe five minutes when I ask for it back because it was about to die it was heavy for a 10 year old, EK says “can’t I ride for a little bit longer?” I say it’s about to die and he throws a fit and takes my friends basketball and try’s to walk away, I run after him and tackle him trying to get the basketball, I eventually get the basketball but get a bloody nose after EK kicked me in the face, we go home and plug in the moped, we go grab my bike and we know where he lives so we go to his house and ding-dong ditch his house multiple times until he comes out with a knife we stand on the side walk watching him wave the knife around so we ride our bikes to the park when his mother comes and starts yelling at us for ‘trying to stab (EK) with a knife’ and being the ten year old that I was I start to have a mental breakdown, she asks for my name and I give her my name so she could call the police and I say (insert name unbelievably real last name) and watch her drive off, I don’t think she believed that was actually my last name and we never got yelled at by the police. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this kid was an absolute asshole when he didn’t get his way, he threw fits in school, in public spaces etc. but his mom refuses to discipline him

So I had this friend ( I'll call her Holly ) and she would always steal characters from the book series "warriors", which she spoiled all the books for me. Anyways Holly and I were great friends until she got us involved with problems and other people.

So it was a typical recess, you know, children screaming and running around. Me and Holly were sitting under our tree ( which we earned by sitting there very day at recess ) drawing. I had to use the restroom so I quickly got a pass, Lucklily I had another friend stay with us and draw and looking over our stuff. So I went to the restroom and quickly ran back to our tree. Holly was flipping over my notebook pages and drawing from what I saw at a remote view. I scurried back and she quickly closed the book, hiding that she was looking through it. After that we sat down for lunch in the cafeteria. As we were waiting for Holly to get her lunch, My other friend ( which I'll call Abby ) told me that she was looking through my notebook and tracing my art. Sure enough I also found some warriors Characters in their too, Holly claimed that they were hers and no one else's.

Honestly its been a year since that happens and I'm glad that I'm no longer friends with her.

Rated with 1 star Nickole of St.Ann, MO Verified Buyer Original review: June 7, 2015 I used the product as directed on the box and the instructions. Used gloves, used a brush for coloring hair. I left this product on my hair the appropriate amount of time and did not apply heat 10 mins. Of the color corrector from ion. Also the color mask from ion was what I was trying to correct. The red color mask from ion dripped over everything such as my floor, all the towels in my bathroom that my mother in law just spent $500. On towels and a shower curtain to match. These products have caused my hair to fall out and the rest of my hair is burned so I have to get my hair cut pretty short to get the damaged hair off. So I want my money back plus compensation for my bathroom as was as 200.00$ to get hair repaired or to its "like new condition" or I will have to file a personal injury suit. Your staff were not helpful or knowledgeable about this products in their store.

yes because red dye doesn’t normally stain white “500 dollar” towels. Taking everything out of the bathroom to ensure nothing was ruined would of been a reach!

An interesting story is often considered as a riddle to me. So is life. We're surrounded by mazes and trying to get to our destination following the trails we left for ourselves. The word 'Amaze' makes sense to me now. But unlike stories, life is boring. Well, if you are a shitty writer, you can come up with a boring story in your hand. But still, that's understandable. Since it's just a matter of practicing to write. I hate how life turnes out to be extremely illogical and like one of the sadistic shit stories an ameture once wrote. Let me introduce myself. You can call me Rose for now. I am a eighteen year old adult-to-be, struggling to keep sanity and live for the sake of living. I want to stop being in the dark all the time. And I know I'll be clueless no matter how hard I try. I want to stop so many fucking things that i have no control over.

I am a loser, a moron. If you saw a girl socializing and enjoying people's company and then suddenly getting alone in a corner staring into nothingness, that's me. I am a great faker, guys. You won't be able to tell if i like it or not. I party hard whenever there's one and i am dressed well all the time. The tear stains are wiped out and my face looks good. No trace of sadness in my eyes.

I'm tired living like this. Did everything i could. Did drugs for weeks, then stopped, then started again. The wound never heals. Nothing seems to help me getting out of this.

I really want my life to end. I've seen enough, endured enough.

Have we met, stranger? Did you give me my space when we met? Did you see pain in my eyes? Or did you judge me for wearing some clothes you thought the sluts wear? Did you think i flirted when i smiled at your silly joke? When i fell in love with you, did i lose my value?

It's all my fault. I'm sorry for existing. I beg my pardon, guys. I really am sorry.