Frank's Little Book of Whatevers

A Backstory That Sounds Like A Giant Complaint

I'm Frankie.

I'm a.. girl, I guess?

I don't feel like one at times.

I feel like I was destined to be.. something else?

But I don't want to be a boy or anything..

I kinda just want bigger boobs and stuff so I won't look like such a boy when I wear clothing.

I only have like.. two real friends, maybe?

Maybe three.

I met my two real friends in our freshman year of high school.

Man, did my life get significantly worse since then.

The third person that I'm not really sure about, I met him during the end of my sophomore year.

I liked him a lot, I sacrificed my dignity and self-respect for him.

At least he reciprocated the actions, even though he didn't reciprocate the feelings.

I liked his friend more than I did him.

I fucked up everything with his friend.

I miss his friend.

I love this third person who might be one of my actual real friends.

I have a petite and slender frame.

I feel like I'm crazy.

I feel like I'm hearing voices without there being any voices.

I don't like myself at all.