Second chance (BajanCanadian FF)
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Dernière publication mar., janv. 20, 2015
I'm a ghost. I killed myself.
I don't remember why, but what i know is: i feel guilty about it. Because, well ya know. I can't do sh*t now.
I'm Mitchell Hughes. I HAD a lovely family, i had much friends. I had had enough money and a house in Montreal.
I was a Youtuber and had lots and lots of fans out there. I had 4.000.000 subscribers. I was happy about that. I had a happy life. I was 17 and got bully'd on school by some stupid boys and some of the girls, because i was a 'nerd' i loved my job as youtuber and i loved playing the games.
Now i remember why i killed myself.
One day i was bully'd so hard. The tackled me in the corridor. The kicked me in my stomach and in my face. When i got home i made a goodbye letter. I left it in my desk and went to the bathroom. I took the pills and a few seconds later it went dark. I couldn't see anything.
Now i really want a Second Chance.
And nog get bully'd on......
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