Why are you here? It doesn't matter who I am or who I try to be, no one ever cares.
Nonetheless, if you're here I may as well tell you my story, if you're really that interested.
D.O.B: 15th September 1996
Height: 4'10
Weight: Constantly Changing
Eye Colour: Grey-Blue
Natural Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde
Current Hair Colour: Ginger
My Life: I was born on a Sunday, at 3:10am. I don't remember any of my childhood, my brain's blocked it out, so don't worry this won't be too long, and I'll be brief for you.
I kept bruising when I was a baby so my mother took me to the hospital, where I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia at the age of 2, and was then in and out of hospital for the next two years of my life, until I was discharged in my 4th year of life.
My parents divorced soon after, my mother remarrying my stepfather after falling in love with each other online, and my father beginning his quest for new love, which would result in various failed relationships, one stepmother, one ex-stepmother and two half-siblings.
Throughout primary school, I was a nightmare. I wouldn't be surprised if I ruined some people's lives. I was highly disturbed, however the doctors couldn't diagnose me with anything, though the amount of times I've been asked "Do you have ADHD?" or "Do you have Autism?" should be proof enough there's something wrong.
I was extremely violent, attention-seeking and troubled in primary school. Nobody liked me, I was teased and picked on most dags, made to embarrass myself publicly in the hopes of making friends, only to be bullied for it afterwards. I was manipulated because I was so desperate to make friends that I'd do anything for anyone, and I was often excluded from everything, and spent my time in the school library, reading constantly.
I suppose I have to thank the people who picked on me, because I became a very well-read student, able to read and understand nearly any book of any type by the age of 6, and at the age of 12 was said to have the vocabulary of a highly intelligent 15-year-old. I did not think so, this was simply what the teachers and my parents said.
My first crush was in Year 6, the last year of primary school, and was on a boy in my class. By that year, everyone had got used to my stupid antics and chose to ignore me and exclude me, however there were two boys, complete opposites in appearance, who were friends with each other, and for some insane reason, they became my first true friends. The one I fell for was tall, slightly tanned, short black hair, and was a charming boy with a great sense of humour. We began to talk more and more, every opportunity. I feel bad, as we ended up spending time together without his friend, who was just as lovely.
We would wander off, away from the playground and teachers, into the fields behind where we weren't allowed to go. We would walk beneath the trees and talk for hours.
I told him I loved him, on the last day of school, what I felt was my last chance to admit it.
I never saw him again.
In secondary school, a girl dubbed me "Frankie", and I was so pleased to receive a name that wasn't an insult or derogatory term, that I accepted it eagerly. I am now Frankie, permanently, and using the new name I have erased who I once was.
I made a few friends, who would come and go, I discovered more about myself, had plenty of different therapies and counsellors, became even more unstable mentally, dated 2 different guys and a girl, and now, as I type this on 26th February 2015, I am reaching the end of my education, and coming nearer to the completion of my A Levels.
That's it really. Nothing amazing.
Nonetheless, if you're here I may as well tell you my story, if you're really that interested.
FACT FILE
Name: FrankieD.O.B: 15th September 1996
Height: 4'10
Weight: Constantly Changing
Eye Colour: Grey-Blue
Natural Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde
Current Hair Colour: Ginger
My Life: I was born on a Sunday, at 3:10am. I don't remember any of my childhood, my brain's blocked it out, so don't worry this won't be too long, and I'll be brief for you.
I kept bruising when I was a baby so my mother took me to the hospital, where I was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia at the age of 2, and was then in and out of hospital for the next two years of my life, until I was discharged in my 4th year of life.
My parents divorced soon after, my mother remarrying my stepfather after falling in love with each other online, and my father beginning his quest for new love, which would result in various failed relationships, one stepmother, one ex-stepmother and two half-siblings.
Throughout primary school, I was a nightmare. I wouldn't be surprised if I ruined some people's lives. I was highly disturbed, however the doctors couldn't diagnose me with anything, though the amount of times I've been asked "Do you have ADHD?" or "Do you have Autism?" should be proof enough there's something wrong.
I was extremely violent, attention-seeking and troubled in primary school. Nobody liked me, I was teased and picked on most dags, made to embarrass myself publicly in the hopes of making friends, only to be bullied for it afterwards. I was manipulated because I was so desperate to make friends that I'd do anything for anyone, and I was often excluded from everything, and spent my time in the school library, reading constantly.
I suppose I have to thank the people who picked on me, because I became a very well-read student, able to read and understand nearly any book of any type by the age of 6, and at the age of 12 was said to have the vocabulary of a highly intelligent 15-year-old. I did not think so, this was simply what the teachers and my parents said.
My first crush was in Year 6, the last year of primary school, and was on a boy in my class. By that year, everyone had got used to my stupid antics and chose to ignore me and exclude me, however there were two boys, complete opposites in appearance, who were friends with each other, and for some insane reason, they became my first true friends. The one I fell for was tall, slightly tanned, short black hair, and was a charming boy with a great sense of humour. We began to talk more and more, every opportunity. I feel bad, as we ended up spending time together without his friend, who was just as lovely.
We would wander off, away from the playground and teachers, into the fields behind where we weren't allowed to go. We would walk beneath the trees and talk for hours.
I told him I loved him, on the last day of school, what I felt was my last chance to admit it.
I never saw him again.
In secondary school, a girl dubbed me "Frankie", and I was so pleased to receive a name that wasn't an insult or derogatory term, that I accepted it eagerly. I am now Frankie, permanently, and using the new name I have erased who I once was.
I made a few friends, who would come and go, I discovered more about myself, had plenty of different therapies and counsellors, became even more unstable mentally, dated 2 different guys and a girl, and now, as I type this on 26th February 2015, I am reaching the end of my education, and coming nearer to the completion of my A Levels.
That's it really. Nothing amazing.
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