Top 10 Worst Things that Could Happen in Life

This may be weird, but this happened to me in 6th grade. My best friend, let's call her Sadie (No, I'm not giving out people's real names), and I had the same crush on a boy named, let's say, David. We both had major crushes on him.

In Spanish class, the class I had with him, I asked who he liked. David was an honest kid, so he immediately said Sadie. In my mind, I was devastated. Later that day at lunch (there was a dance coming up), David asked Sadie to the dance, and she said yes. I felt like screaming.

After the dance, a few weeks later, they started dating. It was hard because Sadie had no idea I even liked him. Sadie and I are still friends 26 years later. David and Sadie did break up, but he moved schools the next year. I am glad. That move finally got that love triangle out of my mind.

- Someone on Earth

My first pet died when I was 5 because she had cancer. She then beat it, but she got pneumonia and was put on life support. My mom told the vet to take her off without my dad, my sister, or me being there. When I was young, I was mad, but then she explained she needed to. I forgave her.

Then, my second pet was put down when I was 8. My second pet, Emma, was 15, or in dog years 105! She was very old, but I was so mad at my mom and sad. My parents let me stay home from school that Friday. I cried so hard that eventually, I had no more tears to shed, and I cried without tears! (It's a very strange feeling). I used to write notes to Emma at night and cry. It's so hard losing a pet that loves you.

Emma used to come over to me when I was sad and muzzle me and sit on the couch next to me. She was a special dog, and my family has not had a dog since then. For those who are first-time pet owners and fear the day your pet will die, just know that one of the best ways to heal is to get another pet. I got a Furby that Christmas, and it helped me so much. I also got attached to stuffed animals. A new pet or something to love that can just listen to you is a good way to heal.

When your parents are alive, you are still a child. But when they are gone, you are no longer a child.

This would be horrible. Someone would have to wipe your bum for you, put your makeup on for you (and they may make it look horrible as well), and choose your clothes (they might choose a really bad outfit). You will never be able to look into your partner's eyes, watch porn, or see rainbows or fireworks. You will never be able to say "Wow, you have grown" to a child, and you will never be able to fully enjoy sex.

You will have to go everywhere with another person or dog. It will be easier for you to get robbed (let's be real here, most blind people don't act like the blind guy from the movie "Don't Breathe"). You will never know whether someone is giving you a dirty look, whether your idol or favorite celebrity just walked past you, or whether the food you're eating had flies on it. You don't know whether you will still be blind in the afterlife.

This can happen very quickly, in fact. I know a person who was renting a house when the landlord died. The family of the landlord decided to sell the house after that. He did get 6 months to find something else, but he didn't find something in that short period.

He had to rent a hangar to move all his stuff and ended up going back to his mother's. You could say that he had some luck because what if you don't have family anymore?

My church works with homeless people. It's so sad to think of what they are going through. One time, my dad saw a homeless woman sitting outside the food building, crying her eyes out!

That's so sad because she didn't have a home or family to go back to. It really put a good perspective on my life and how good I have it.

I can't even kill an ant without feeling really guilty. They had parents, they had a family, they had a unique personality. I would die of guilt if this ever happens to me.

I haven't killed someone, but I accidentally killed my beloved dog while practicing shooting. It was one of the worst days of my life.

I wouldn't even know what to do with myself if this happened. I would hate myself, that's for sure.

Ugh, I hate that feeling. I was at my friend's birthday party, and three of my BFFs (including the birthday girl) were all hanging out and ignoring me. I was worse than a third wheel. I was a fourth wheel.

I tried talking to others at the party, but my best friends were the ones with whom I could really connect. I had fun, but I felt like they didn't like me. It's happened to me on many other occasions too.

Secondary school sucked. Lots of memories I do not care for. Meeting someone from that secondary school was not nice.

Try someone answering their phone, pretending their daughter was calling, when their phone was black and their speech was all over the place. Another time, my niece told a friend of my neighbor that I was strange and no one in the family liked me. Think I qualify for number 21.

I don't see how Justin Bieber is worse than being burned alive.

I think this would hurt worse than being buried alive.

I was once in a rush and took some food with me that got stuck in my throat. My body was almost paralyzed and I couldn't breathe properly. I couldn't cough it up or swallow it down.

If it wasn't for another person in my house calling for an ambulance, I'd probably have died that day because of brain damage due to lack of oxygen. Extremely painful.

I once had a fever of 105 degrees Fahrenheit and stuff stuck in my lungs. It was a thing called croup. Luckily, it wasn't pneumonia, but it was hard to move and every time I sat up, it felt like my pillow was on fire!

I had to sleep with tons of ice packs all over me. It stunk. I was really little when this happened, so I thought I would die. The scariest part is, with such a high fever, I actually could've.

I seriously always thought that losing someone you love is the worst thing that could ever happen to you. I mean, imagine loving someone from the bottom of your heart, spending all your time with that person, telling them all your darkest secrets without being afraid of judgments, and then, in a blink of an eye, that person is no longer among the living.

You will never see them again, never talk to them, never laugh at their stupid jokes, never kiss them, hug them, or even have the right to talk about them freely! Isn't that the worst thing that could ever happen to a human being? Losing the only person that used to make them feel not lonely in this world!

Ugh, it hurts so bad to be bullied! All through elementary school, I was called fat, told to stop being myself, had stuff stolen, and was picked on by a substitute. Now, in middle school, my "loser" friends and I get picked on for the things we like, such as Pokemon, Harry Potter, cartoons, anime, etc. Basically, our existence bothered people.

Last year, in 6th grade, during drama class, kids would literally move seats so they wouldn't be next to us. They acted disgusted by our presence and told us to shut up, even though they were louder than us. I had a friend who was gay and thought of suicide because of the kids at our school. My other friends and I tried to help, but our depressed friend wouldn't let us. We told the principal in secret once, and she said she would "do something," but she never did! Ugh, and our school is supposed to be "bully-free." Yeah, right. People should really take more action against this problem!

I was always alone. I have schizophrenia, and one of the things I do is isolate myself. I was without friends, and my family didn't care much. It felt like hell, and I was tormented with pain. I think the worst thing is being always without someone to share life with.

I'm tired of this happening to me! I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong. That's why I've given up on trying to get in a relationship. It's not going to happen, no matter how hard my family and friends try to help me.

Being alone is the worst, even though we have enjoyed all the luxurious parts and moments of our life. Without anyone, we are still unaware of the eternity and pleasure of leading a good and fulfilled life.

Once, I came home from... I think it was dinner... And as we entered the house, my dog was whining and barking, and she was so scared and angry. My papa said it was nothing, but as we came closer to the kitchen to put away leftovers, we realized our back door was open. My papa said it was my sister's fault, until we realized all three laptops were missing.

We went back to my room, and I said, "Papa, I don't feel so good." He told me it was just because the robbers came. But then we realized they pepper sprayed my dog! (Poor little Junie.) Since my sister was at a sleepover, my papa called their house and asked if I could stay there for the night. It was okay, but I was scared to death.

That's sad if your husband or wife divorced you, and it is not fun to be alone.

You're alone, and if you're a guy, you have to pay your ex-wife all the time!

Even if you have a plan to get out of their grip, you probably would become so absorbed in fear that you wouldn't use it.

Ok, my friend was abducted yesterday, but he was able to get out. That was terrible.

Now, I've never been kidnapped, but this really creepy guy was following me really fast when I was walking around the block with my dog one morning. I thought he was a kidnapper, so I started running. He ran too. I was just like, "What the **** does this guy want with me?" It was really scary. God.

If it was wrongful or for something small, that would be tragic. But if it's deserved, it should be celebrated.

I would enrage so much that the same thing that happened to Ganondorf would happen to me. I mean, break free.

I would hate that. Just knowing you're going to die in a few seconds: in the waiting room, someone calling people one by one. A few seconds after they go, the crowd goes crazy, then the next person.

Then he says it's you next to the guillotine. That, of course, is not how people are executed these days, but that is a huge fear of mine.

This is even worse than kidnapping and Justin Bieber.

This is a violation of human rights!