Worst. Experience. Ever.

When I was hospitalized by force during my worse years of depression.

Some time ago, when we went to another city for a concert with my friends, the concert lasted way longer than should have, I got into a fight with my parents, missed my fav band and came home in the middle of the night in a train full of drunk people and puke stains. What lit up the day was the handsome goth-dude who chatted with me and smiled and waved when he left the train d'aww.

On first grade, too afraid to ask teacher for a permission to go to the toilet and eventually pissing my pants.

During the years of fighting with my dad, after I found out about the things he had said about us, I called him, crying desperately. He laughed at me.