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After recording this, I realized that we talked about my brother being my co-host, which is from the next episode. 

I guess I gave you guys some sort of teaser!

Anyways, enjoy the episode and remember not to fly your sibling to outer space.

Many things can happen in a car.

I chipped my tooth about 2 and a half years ago.

Recently, I got it back to one tooth...

But how did I manage having a chipped tooth?

And how did I chip it in the first place?

I thank you all so much for helping me reach this milestone.

I will definitely be making more episode after THIS inspiration.

Also, please excuse my loud voice.

If there’s one thing I’ve ever learnt in life, it’s that life isn’t always nice to you. Like literally, people can lose their life. The worst scenario. But then, some people succeed at life like it’s a game.

But what happens if your life is useless?

What if your life is so bad, that you don’t even know if you want to keep it or lose it?

What happens then?

Eh, that’s not what this episode is about anyway. Go get a motivational speaker to answer THAT question.

I hope y'all like it! If you on my website right now, just give me an audio message, or send me an email @[email protected].

- Stories with Tobi

The end of bullied boy.

I wanted to post an episode yesterday, and I did but there was technical issues and stuff and only Spotify listeners could listen, BUT...we're back!

I tried my hardest. But it wouldn’t work. All the water I had available in my eyes was gonna come pouring out any second. This is the point at which I wish I was much older than I actually am, because I start bawling. I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just happened. Everyone and everything around me is a blur. Everyone’s laughing, and I feel so embarrassed.

As I walk home, I check my phone. My best friend Ashley sends me a video of the event. She also sends me laughing emoji faces. I ask her what is funny about this. She says it’s hilarious and I am useless and weak. It feels like a cold fist just grabbed my heart.

“How was school today?” my mom asks. I don’t want to lie to her, but if I tell her the truth, it’s just gonna lead to a conversation between her and the principal. “It was good.” I say, fully knowing that she figured out I was lying. “You can tell me anything, honey. I’m here for you.”

“No, seriously. It’s fine.”

“Honey, you know—

“IT’S FINE MOM! CAN’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE FOR ONCE? I’M IN MIDDLE SCHOOL ALREADY! YOU NEVER TELL ME YOUR PROBLEMS!”

With that, I stomp to my room in anger. I’m so mad at everyone, everything, and most of all, myself. I don’t talk to my mom at all, not even the next morning.

The next day, I walk into school, and suddenly, I’m laughed at by people left and right. So I go to my comfort zone at school in times of trouble. The bathroom. It’s the only place where there aren’t people 24/7. As I stay there, I think about my life. Why does this happen to me? Why not anyone else? Why me? Why me? Those words repeat in my head over and over again.

When I get home, my mom isn’t there. I look to the fridge, and I see a note. It says, I am gonna be gone. I am going to a place, there is a baked potato in the fridge, you can eat it for dinner. As I eat, I think of the day that I just had. I guess I could’ve told a teacher, but seriously. What good is THAT gonna do? It’s just gonna make people hate me even more.

The night passes by. My mom doesn’t come home. I just assume there’s lots of traffic, but hours pass by and she’s still not there. I check my phone for any missed calls. Sure enough, there’s five missed calls.

Then I check my messages. She says she’s gonna be late. So I just turn on the TV and sit back and relax. As I scroll through the channels. I see the headline on the news. It says: Woman gets in a car crash.

It's never okay to steal.

One morning, I was feeling down. I don’t know why, I was just really grumpy. It’s not like anything happened to me in the night or anything happened the day before. When I was walking down the hall to my parents’ room to say good morning, I saw a shiny good watch on my dad’s nightstand. It was so shiny, my eyes were getting irritated. I kept looking at it, and the more I looked, the shinier it seemed. It was so bright and pretty. I wanted to just grab it. So I walked towards it and reached my hands out. I touched it. It felt so cold. I wanted that ice on my wrist so badly. So I took it.

That day, my dad was looking everywhere for the rolex. Turns out it cost like 5k. Does it matter? At least I had the watch, and that’s all that was important to me. It was in my pocket and it felt super good. Just so that my dad wouldn’t sus me out, I started looking for it with him. I looked everywhere, and it was tiring. But it didn’t matter. I had to keep that watch. Suddenly, dad gave up looking for it, and he was very sad. For a second I felt bad foOr him, but then I looked into my pocket and saw the shiny gold ice. Then I didn’t feel guilty anymore.

I went into my room and took the watch out of my pocket, and adjusted it so it fit on my wrist. It felt super good on my wrist. Apparently, my dad was walking up the stairs to my room to tell me to come with him to go get another watch. While my wrist was up, and I was admiring the watch, my dad walked in.