Kuto’s life no. 61
The Kuto's life was filled with disdain. He grew up in Portugal, and his hair color was light grey. His face was shaved, and he wore a purple hoodie. He always felt like an outsider, and he hated the way his life turned out.
He had no friends, and no one ever seemed to understand him. He was always alone, and he felt like he didn't belong anywhere. The only place he ever felt comfortable was in his room, where he would spend hours writing stories or playing video games.
One day, Kuto decided that enough was enough. He packed up his things and left Portugal for good. He vowed to never look back, and to make a new life for himself elsewhere.
Kuto ended up in America, and it wasn't long before he realized that this new country wasn't any different from the old one. There were still people who didn't understand him, and who treated him poorly because of how he looked or what they thought of him.
He had no friends, and no one ever seemed to understand him. He was always alone, and he felt like he didn't belong anywhere. The only place he ever felt comfortable was in his room, where he would spend hours writing stories or playing video games.
One day, Kuto decided that enough was enough. He packed up his things and left Portugal for good. He vowed to never look back, and to make a new life for himself elsewhere.
Kuto ended up in America, and it wasn't long before he realized that this new country wasn't any different from the old one. There were still people who didn't understand him, and who treated him poorly because of how he looked or what they thought of him.
