It all started, my daddy killed my mommy and little did I know he was younger than me! It was a stormy night when she killed him. They were rolling along the street and taking caution to not get stepped on. Until, her eldest brother rolled into to the street and got ran over, little did they know she was always dead, inside, like me.
Then she struck, she killed him with her fat, saggy, bagely butt. He was never seen again. That's how my daddy killed my mommy.
This impacted me negatively! I began to wear black seasoning and listen to bagely screamo pop music, everyone called me emo.......because..........I AM. I strarted to hurt myself........................................................................................................................by.....................................by....................................................slapping my buns together................ON PURPOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My daddy was concerned of me but I knew she didn't care! SHE'S NEVER CARED ABOUT ME........EVER!!!!!!!! I am mad at my father. He wont let me go play bagely soccer with my bagely friends! Did I mention I was the smallest of my family, I am only 2 inches long.............in height. I have 15 brothers and 2 sisters but my sisters already moved out so I only have brothers and that make fun of me. ;-;
I hate life! I only have a dad to take care of my 15 brothers and I. She's a murderer so I don't trust him! I'll tell you more about my life in the next chapter. Thank you so much for reading my life. Thank you for helping me hate myself more.
