Life story time.
I'm Connor James McGuinness, I was born March 4th 1994, at Bolton Hospital, Lancashire. I lived in Westhoughton with my mother and father till I was 3, then my father split up with my mother, I stayed with my mother, like I had any other choice, still saw my father regularly though, then I got chicken pox, which resulted in my scratching them till I got septicemia, had to go into hospital for a while, then I ended up going to nursery, made a best friend, who I kept as my best friend until I left my first primary school. In between that time, I was diagnosed with ADHD, my father moved to Spain, got mistreated by teachers. Then some time around then, I got quite ill, I was very underweight and pale.
When I moved to my new primary school, I ended up making a few friends, made many enemies, although the teachers managed to deal with me properly. When I finally left to go to Westhoughton High School, I didn't expect what was coming next, being betrayed by friends, teachers assaulting me, numerous exclusions, none of which were my fault, as proven by my moving to my new school(Ladybridge High School). In that time, I was also diagnosed with ASD(Autistic Spectrum Disorder).
When I moved to Ladybridge High School, I just wanted to be normal, I didn't want anyone to help me, at first, I made a lot of friends, then as they got to know me, they turned against me, having no friends again at the end of year 8. Then in year 9, I started getting help in lessons, going up to Neptune, got help from the people there, which has helped me deal with things better, made friends with a guy called George Berry, who was a complete copy of my personality and interests. Then I started getting paranoid and anxious(I'm getting less anxious but more paranoid as time goes on), I find it too hard to speak to people, I always suspect people are doing things to fuck up my life, everybody hates me. Then a few months into year 9, Rachel Shaw joined my school, started going out with George, he treated her like, shit, so I like, asked her out, so she's like my best friend and girlfriend now, she helps me out with anything.
I could go into a lot more detail, but like, I'd rather not, the post would be over 10 pages long and I'd probably start crying half way through it. Don't really like remembering some stuff.
Now after all that bullshit, I'm a paranoid, anxious, impulsive, hyperactive, pissed off boy who finds pleasure in other peoples misery.
Fail.