7/27/2012
So I guess I'll be using this book/journal after all. Sigh. Let's start a new life in this book, shall we. Well, my name is Fay. I was obsessed with YouTube, especially TheBajanCanadian. Yes, if you're reading this maybe, two years later, search him up. His name is Mitchell Donald Ralph Hughes. I, I guess, was his biggest fan of all time. I stood up for him, most of the times, when there were haters. I also, never cussed, but he won't change that. I'm as normal you could say, if you count being bullied and abused by your father normal. He's... an alcoholic. Whenever he doesn't get at least 5 beers a day, he would hit my mom and I.
Done with my introduction. Today, I was bullied again. I was called stupid, useless, a f-word, idiot and a b-word. I did not cry, I learnt to not express my feelings... well, this is ironic. Ah whatevs. I already know that. I know I'm useless. But, thank god, Mitch uploaded a video today. I love him. He always make my day a whole lot better. "Hey what's going on guys, it's Mitch or TheBajanCanadian here with mah best buddy Jerome!" He intro-ed. Even his intro is so awesome. I really want to meet his crew or friends. They're playing the Hunger Games in Minecraft. I watched it, so sure that Mitch would win. Jerome and Mitch went into the Deathmatch and they owned the other two players. No surprise there. They started fighting each other with their fists and soon, Mitch won, again. I smiled at that. The entire video was so entertaining. I laughed most of the time.
After the video, I got up to do my homework. I plugged my earpieces in and started playing The Lost One's Weeping in English. 'Math and Science is all I can do. I'm crap at English and Japanese too...' I sang softly along to the song. It's like my favorite song in like, ever. I guess it's really relatable. I had finished my homework and I laid down on my bed. 6:35pm. Great, my dad's coming back soon. Shit shit shit! I forgot the beers! I shot up from my bed and ran out the door. I ran to the market and bought five beer bottles. Yes, I'm underage, only 15, but my dad got me a fake ID card to buy him beers. I hate life. I looked at my watch. 6:55pm. SHIT! Five more minutes. I got my stuff and ran back. When I got in the house, I place the beers and the table and went back to my room. I heard the door open and close. No stomping up the stairs, good, I'm safe for now. I have to hide this book now. Good bye.
Fay
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Hey guys, I'm back. Ugh. My life is so boring right now. Gosh... I'm bored. Hope u like this shitty chapter thingy. Thx and bye!
~helpidkausername
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The Diary Of My Life
FanfictionHe saved my life. He made me feel special. He loved me. He also broke my heart. And now I'm gone and now, he's regretting. But, he found my diary.
