My name is Frances. I'm 17 years young and I blow my candles out on September 24! My life has not been an easy one, but I've learned to take the good with the bad. I've drifted for most of my teenage years, but now I'm finally coming to terms with who I am and who I'm meant to be. I love my wacky friends. I love boys who know how to act like gentlemen. I love black and white photos. I love smiling and laughing. I love people who think for themselves and stand by their morals. I love taking walks in the morning and breathing in the chilled air. I love the sound of a bong as you milk and clear a hit. I love the colors of autumn.
I've struggled with eating disorders (most prominently, bulimia) for the past five years, and all of my body/mental issues concerning depression, anxiety and BPD have wrecked my self esteem. But with the right people, I've built myself up from my ashes.
I'm back, and I'm willing to work hard for my future and dreams once again. I cannot describe how terrible the past year has been, being tossed carelessly back and forth between half-baked lovers, losing my virginity to a boy who broke my heart completely and changed for the worse, being locked in a psych ward after a suicide attempt, skipping classes and drowning my sorrows in cigarettes, weed, alcohol, binging/purging, cutting, etc. But I'm back. I'm clinging onto life with a new tenacity born of my desire to live.
I want to live. Not just exist. I won't settle for a life filled with lies anymore.
From now on, I'm real to myself and everyone around me. No matter what.
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