Im back bitches miss me?(slow Updates)
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Last published Thu, Aug 27, 2015
PROLOG \\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\/// Hi muther fukerz I'm mikelangala parez but evrey one calls me mike or mikie. I could care less about what any one thinks or does apparently I don't give two fukz. Yeah I bet you thinking I'm a rude asz bytch but I have a right to be. All my life after my mom died because of me I've been ridiculed, bullied, beat up talked about you name it I've been trough it. Then one day I snapped and couldn't take it I just left that hell hole of a house and school. My dad didn't care about me I didn't have any friends so what the fuk did I have to lose?? I packed my sh!t and left only to have to come back after I got out of jail and because I'm still technically a miner my P.O sent me back home after 3 years if me living alone da bytch.
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