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I've been moved around ever since I was born due to my dad's work. Find it hard to form close relationships with people now because of it.

2014 was the worst year of my life, and now I'm in a sort of limbo just wait to get to uni. Some days I just want to cry and cry, but always remind myself it's only temporary.

Sorry for being pretty morbid but not many nice noteworthy things have happened to me!


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So I grew up in London. Went to a private school in North west London. Went to Oxbridge. Started working as a doctor. Now I'm here.

How interesting.

I always thought most people have pretty interesting stories of their lives.. but are never asked to tell it.

Please share your life story with us! From baby to adult and anything interesting in between. Share your story.

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Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
And all shootin' some B-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, "You're movin' with your aunty and uncle in Bel Air"

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it!"

First class, yo this is bad
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel Air are livin' like
Hmmm, this might be alright

But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel Air

Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude look like a cop standin' wavin' my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet, I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air

Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In West Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool
And all shootin' some B-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said, "You're movin' with your aunty and uncle in Bel Air"

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it!"

First class, yo this is bad
Drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel Air are livin' like
Hmmm, this might be alright

But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so, I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel Air

Well, uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude look like a cop standin' wavin' my name out
I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet, I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, nah forget it, yo home to Bel Air

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell you later"
Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air

I've been moved around ever since I was born due to my dad's work. Find it hard to form close relationships with people now because of it.

2014 was the worst year of my life, and now I'm in a sort of limbo just wait to get to uni. Some days I just want to cry and cry, but always remind myself it's only temporary.

The whole story is mostly boring so I will round it up in the most interesting parts.

All is well ups until age 6 when parents start a messy divorce set to last another 15 odd years of court battle and cafcass (what a bunch of ****s).


General parental arguments and child custody arrangements setup by the courts "in the children's best interest".


***Insert Memory Loss*** for the next few years


Older brother diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes on my 11th birthday.


Hated living at home, began boarding at school at age 12-13 (left school at 13)


Joined new school at 13, hated it.


By 16 I had depression and royally ****ed up my GCSEs "achieving" 4 Bs, 4 Cs and 2 Ds.


Having failed them I went to study Agriculture at college (BTEC)


Year 1 goes well-ish. Got the grades I needed to continue, still have depression.


That summer went to South Africa to work on a farm for 2 and half months on my own aged 17. Ended with death threat and PTSD. Still had depression.


Year 2. Fell into bad crowd, started smoking and doing drugs. By the end of the first term I was failing.


Year 2 Term 2. My 18th Birthday. Have a big party in college bar. Get drunk, best friend had paranoid episode. Gets sent home.


2 weeks later get a phone call, best friend has killed himself.

After a month I have a break down. Get sent home.


Recover from depression.


Finished college with MMM.


Try to find job, nothing. 6 months of unemployment... depression.


Get job working at my Father's law firm for 8 months, all is well again.


Get into uni, even with my shoddy history. Really happy.


1st year, one of the best years of my entire life.


Fail my first year, too much partying not enough work.


Repeat first year, failed by term 2.


Today, going to send email to my tutor telling her that I am dripping out, age 21 with no good qualifications and a long history of mental illness. **** it, lets have a beer.


Well that is the most interesting parts of my life.

****...sounds like you've had a royally tough time, sorry to hear about that.

**** happens, we just have to learn to deal with it.

there's always one