Saturday, 19 July 2014

Draw My Life

Before I start this, I just want to say that this is probably the most personal post I've ever done. I've been contemplating for a while now, as to whether I should make it a post or not. I've come to the conclusion that, it's my life, what do I have to be ashamed of? However, since it's so personal, I will only be sharing this to my Twitter and the blog's Facebook, simply because, the people there are my most treasured and loyal following. Feel free to follow me on either if you haven't already. Obviously, my life is not limited to the 8 pictures you're going to see but, I don't think it's fair to go into detail about relationships etc because, I don't want to call people out or embarrass anyone. Also, I would like to apologize in advance for my terrible drawing, and would like to thank Trina for her lovely colouring.

Draw My Life

I was born, Stephanie Margaret Hill, on the 29th of June 1996. The third, and final child to Patrick and Breda. There's nothing I can really say about my birth except for the surprise arrival of a slightly ginger, quiet baby girl. I didn't cry, as far as I know, and had a fucked up heartbeat. A nice surprise for my parents, all the same.

















I don't remember much from my early years but, I have been told I wasn't the most pleasant child to look after (by my sister!). My hobbies included, pretending to be asleep and then trying to escape the cot and crying when the Barney in Concert video ended. Apparently, I threw a tantrum at my first birthday because, I didn't want to wear the bracelet my Godmother had gotten me. I couldn't even talk back then, and I was still sassy as fuck.

















I started school in 2001. I was a pretty good student, back then. I got good reports and everyone liked me. One of the qualities on my student profile was, "good at making up games". Important life skill, obviously.

















Primary school was were I experienced "love", for the first time. He was one of my best friends the whole way through school and I was infatuated with him for 7 years. Not even my amazing game making skills couldn't reel him in. Pathetic.

















I started secondary school in 2009, and hated it with a burning passion. I didn't really fit in with anyone and found it extremely difficult to make friends. My grades seemed to slip each year and I was terribly unhappy. I used to count down the days until I was finished, I hated it that much.

















I started questioning everything about myself; the way I acted, my sexuality, everything. I never felt comfortable in my own skin and became extremely depressed. I turned to self harm and made several attempts on my own life. I felt trapped between somewhere I didn't want to be and somewhere I didn't want to go.

















After 2 years of secondary school, I finally found a group of friends who accepted me for who I was and I felt comfortable enough to finally be myself. I met someone I felt I could always rely on but, like everything, it came to an end. Despite this, I continued to make more and more friends and I finally felt happy.

















I finished school this year and I am eagerly waiting for what the next chapters of my life hold. Love? Money? Fame? Being a superhero? Who knows? All I know if I am more than ready to find out!


















Gotta love a cheesy ending.

~Zoe

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