A lot of people on this site don't like me. I don't know why. I must have done something awful to make them feel this way to me.
I think it started when I was a child. I used to do mean things to my sister and my pets. I would set things on fire. I would hide stuff from my parents. I would steak and even began to cut myself late at night.
I have recently even gotten close to suicide. I think about it all the time. I also think about dolls. Large purple dolls. But one day I was standing at the edge of a tall building when a sudden urge to jump came over me. Then my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. |
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