I was a fairly quiet, but quite needy baby. I only started crying when my sister was born, but after a while, I calmed down until I started school.
At school, I didn't understand other children at all and I had hearing problems. I'd cry at anything I found unfair...which was a lot of things. I thought most of my peers were cruel and their thinking made no sense. The sheer confusion that I felt around people would make me cry.
I would do whatever an adult told me to, no questions asked, unless they were a stranger.
I was quite rebellious as a teenager, but not in the joy-riding/underage sex kind of way the other kids were.
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Zombies, zombies will tear us apart...again.