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TS-4Ever
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3 months, 2 weeks ago by TS-4Ever
Hi guys! Basically this is a non-judgmental place where you guys can just spill stories, whether its about school, your crush, your family, etc.I'll go first!: Long story short my brother got into a persons car (i didnt know them he kinda did) this morning and i didnt know where he was. Me as the oldest sister was FREAKING out. Dont worry he's ok but what are they teaching kids at school these days? DONT GET INTO A STRANGERS CAR. Ok so that was my trauma dump for today 😄 |
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GiuseppeK
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3 months, 2 weeks ago by GiuseppeK
Right, that's "bad."Okay, important safety tip; thanks, Egon. 👍 |
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TS-4Ever
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3 months, 2 weeks ago by TS-4Ever
@GiuseppeK omg hahaha i needed that thank you so much (no but actually that was awesome) 😄
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SavForever
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3 months, 1 week ago by SavForever
I want to see bailey Zimmerman live
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Calypso2
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3 months ago by Calypso2
I feel like I’m to pass out every time I hear Yealokre sing😅😭
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ratrovert
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3 months ago by ratrovert
I went away and lost my oldest and favourite bracelet, I was so sad. My mum messaged the place that we stayed in and 6 months later it arrived in the post muddy with no note. I will never know what happened to it 🥲
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BiancaMG
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3 months ago by BiancaMG
So basically, I was on this trip with my entire year group, and I didn’t have any friends who were girls when we made the list of who we want in our room. So I got placed in a random room. The people who I stayed with were nice, but then around halfway through the trip, rumours started spreading that I was stealing things, and then one day I went into my room and then I saw my notebook open on my bed, and someone wrote three words in it. One of them was really rude, beginning with a “b” and then the other words were thief and ugly. All the girls turned on me, thinking I had written that to seek attention, and I felt so bad. Whenever we had a room check, I would tidy up as much I could before my roommates arrived and then left afterwards. Whenever we went to our rooms for the night, I would go to sleep straightaway. I hung out with my guy friends all the time, and it was the only time where I felt that someone had my back. Then, near the end of the trip, one girl comes up to me and says “I don’t think you wrote those words in your book.” It made me feel so happy that someone else believed me. Then at the end of the week, I found out who did it. It was the queen bee of the year group, who hated me, though I didn’t know why. One of her friends saw her go in my room, but she hadn’t suspected her until they were doing two truths and a lie one night, when the culprit said that she did it, and the friend didn’t say anything at first because the culprit threatened to tell everyone her secrets, but at the end of the week she saw how everyone was being really mean to me, so she told me and everyone else who did it. The teachers didn’t find out about, but everyone finally knew the truth, and the culprit was abandoned by all of her friends for doing what she did and not admitting to it.That’s my giant trauma dump. |
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Eaglefeath
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2 months, 2 weeks ago by Eaglefeath
Ok, so at my school, a bunch of people play pepper in the gym during lunch. It's a fun time for the most part. Most of the people are guys in this friend group, and then a few other people join in as well. One of the people is a special ed kid, and for some reason, the big friend group doesn't like him very much. Idk why. So they started sealing the ball from him at the start of the year. So after school one day, I told one of the teachers about it. Then it was fine for around a week, then they started doing it again, but not as much as before. Then, not so long ago, one of the guys started to spike the ball at him any chance he got. I first thought he just wanted to spike it that time, but then a girl pointed it out that they were def doing it on purpose. So anytime I get the ball, I try to give it to him.
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