A girl I went to school with died yesterday. I just read a few articles on it; apparently it was drug related, and a Haz-Mat team was called in to investigate the house she was found in. My dad thinks that indicates a meth lab.I don't want to believe that she would be involved with dirty drugs like that. She was so sweet in school- not the best student, but she tried, and she came to me for help...

I am a freshman in college, and I had the luck to be placed in a built-up triple my first semester. For those who don't know, a built up triple is when the housing department puts three people in a space that is meant to just barely comfortably accommodate two. At first I was pissed, but then, after talking to my roommates on Facebook for a bit, I thought it could work out.Don't get me wrong. In...

You say that you don't care about 9/11 because there's a war where 150,000 civilians have been killed versus the roughly 3,000 that died ten years ago today. Almost to the minute. I can clearly see this war has hit a sore spot with you; you don't support it, and you are infuriated over the massive loss of life.I can understand that. But what I can't understand is blowing off the terrorist attack...

That's right, mister. F*ck you and the social changes you want to make to the Constitution. I do not pretend to understand the changes you propose to limit federal spending and curb judicial power; I'll leave that for someone who is studying history and politics to care about. I probably should start to understand it, but I'm nineteen. I have my entire lifetime to know how all this government...

It has been way too f*cking long since I've been able to say I submitted a story on Mibba. I began playing around with ideas for the past few days, but nothing really seemed to work until yesterday. The sentences just started flowing, and the ideas came rushing out faster than I could keep track of them. I'm really excited to see where this goes. It's kind of a ghost/revenge story called...

I thought friends were supposed to be there for each other. You know, as a support system or whatever. I thought that if things got really bad, I could rely on the three friends I've considered my closest for the past three years of high school. After all, people always say that when you need help and feel hopeless, you should always go to your friends. They will pick you up and make you feel like...

He told me to grow up today because I cried last night. I know he goes through the same stuff I do, and he's seen more people hurt and die than I have. But he never tried so hard with school. He doesn't realize how hard I am on myself with trying to get into college. He failed an entire year of college, and that's okay with him. He doesn't understand.I've put myself in a box. Everything that has...

My brother is definitely the opposite of me. He smokes pot, he drinks until he passes out, he works on cars, he bellows when he talks, he laughs so loudly the entire house shakes, he has fifty friends over each night, he pretends to be the absolute sh*t, he thinks the world will crumble without him, he failed an entire year of school (so now he's gonna graduate college a year late), and he does...