Tell me your story againTell me your story againTell me your story again by Raichulolrat
In preschool I saw myself as one of the guys.
In primary I continued my love for being one of the guys.
At intermediate I started growing boobs, this was a horrific experience.
The next four years of highschool were not great for me.
For four years I was unhappy; physically beaten, emotionally scared, mentally abused, blackmailed, betrayed, ignored and unloved.
It seemed horrible, but I believed, I believed I could make it and I did.
Eight months ago, I wrote to you, the people of deviantART, a short story of my life called Tell me your story and some of you were kind enough to tell me yours.
I am writing this as a bit of an update.
Last time I finished by saying 'I am Rick. I am RAT. I am The Rage. I am a 16 year old lesbian. I've had three boyfriends and loved two girlfriends. I am a survivor of bullying. I have short hair, big biceps and my right ear pierced. I want a sa
Hi, I'm Norm|
This is the account of a human (?).
I am not an artist, just a person who has a deviantART account for no apparent reason. As you can see, I kinda suck at art..
That's alright though. Waddles loves me, don't you, Waddles?
Norm doesn't love me, but he tries. It's difficult to overcome, you know, being a robot, even if he does want to be a real boy.
My life lies in Phineas and Ferb, Avatar (NOT the blue people) and Gravity Falls. Parts of it are also found in Doctor Who and Sherlock -Moffat generally- and all the other wonderful things on TV. You will usually find me online when my head's not in a book.