So as the title sugests lets begin the first tale.
Picture the following: you grow up in a household where you were always considered the bad one. Everything you do is never good enough and it is expected of you to be the one. The prodigy. The one who shall live others dreams and become rich, sucsesful no matter what you want to be, what you want to do, what you like either care for.
Clichê story? Calm down and keep reading. If this ever comes public you can be sure of something. Either I've quitten in life, or I am now living a good life. We'll see it by the end of these pages.
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Tales of a Stupid
RandomBiography, diary, sketchbook of my thoughts? Fuck it. I don't know either so just keep reading I guess.