worst day of your life

[predfan]

im gonna go by the most painful day of my life. this was like 8-9 years ago, i was riding my bike down this really steep, rough-asphalt road and i fell off and hit the ground with my mouth and my lips were shredded and took six months to heal.

[Sam The Egg]

mine wasn't actually yesterday, it was the day I got raped in prison.

[StepfatherFan]

My worst day was when, a rotund man wearing sweat pants that were pulled up to his tits and socks with thongs on his feet, came to my door to serve an eviction notice. I think he actualy creamed his pants by bringing misery to me. Anyhow, I didn't get evicted. So fuck him. LOL

[Ritualistic]

acutally the worst day of my life is happening right now.. My g/f has broken up with me and my fucking life seems like it is ending.. she is moving out and moving back in with her father which is the worst thing to do ... so FUCK LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I fucking hate it

[Mr_Dizzle]

the worst day of my life was when avenger became a moderator

does this thread have anything to do with horror? no

the second worst day of my life was when i flew a kite

[Evisceration]

It's a general forum you dolt, you can talk about anything here.

[Sam The Egg]

hey, avenger, about the Christpuncher thread, you know there's one in Modern Movies, right? That folder could use a mod (MEEEEE!)

[Wicked Lady]

The worst day of my life was the day I found out that I had juvenile arthritis in my hands and knees....The part that really sucks is that I love to draw and now it really hurts my hands:(

[Haunted]

Originally posted by Ritualistic
acutally the worst day of my life is happening right now.. My g/f has broken up with me and my fucking life seems like it is ending.. she is moving out and moving back in with her father which is the worst thing to do ... so FUCK LIFE!!!!!!!!!! I fucking hate it

I don't know what to say. It's hard, we both know that. Rely on the kindness and support of your friends. They are crucial in times like these.

[Egekrusher]

Mine is a long story, I'll try and be somewhat brief.

I was in love with my friends girlfriend. I had known her much longer than he had, and we were pretty good friends too.
They had been dating each other for about 2 years, and neither of them were in any hurry to break up.
Also to understand what happens, you need to know that I have VERY few friends, along the lines of four. Also, I was EXTREMELY depressed, and on the verge of a nervous breakdown/suicidal episode BESIDES all of this.

I profess my love for her to her, and let her know that, though I feel like I feel and can't help it, I would never want to come between her and her boyfriend (really, though, I would have in a heartbeat).

She waited a day to think about it, and then she told him. She also told ME that she was going to let me know when she was going to tell him about it.

Later that day, one of my other friends stopped by and told me that Joe (her boyfriend) didn't want to talk to me ever again, and that I couldn't see Jenny (his girlfriend) ever again.

I called over to Joe's house and we got in an argument (duh). He lives about 3 miles away from me, so I got in my car and drove over there doing about 90 MPH. When I got there, I slammed on my breaks (and slid for about 10 feet), and then jumped out of the car. He came running outside because he thought I was going to fight him. That was not my intention at all. I simply wanted him to beat the shit out of me. I was going to stand there and let him beat the shit out of me. He didn't. By this time, I was bawling my eyes out and I could barely feel my body (I became almost completely numb, merely a tingling sensation was what I could feel). He refused to kick my ass... so I said fine, if you're not gonna do it, I'll do it myself. At that point, I lowered my head, as a bull lowers its head to run at a red flag, and ran as fast and as hard as I could headfirst into a giant oak tree. I had so much adrenaline running through my body at the time that I barely even felt it.

I laid out in the road for a couple of minutes ( I think, that is, because when you're in a state of mind like that, you have no concept of time), and then drove back to my moms house, who I was living with at the time. I don't remember driving, but I must have. I told my mom to take me to the hopsital.

I ended up staying in there for about a week in the mental facilities. Also, when I did the bull trick, I gave myself a concussion, had to actually pull large strips of bark out of my scalp, and had to have 4 stitches.