So, Tilly is a weird name, eh? When I picture a Tilly I usually think of a small puffy dog or a 93 year old woman. Sometimes both at the same time.
It& #39;s not my real name, obvs. It& #39;s a nickname based on my real name which is long and French and stupid.
It& #39;s not my real name, obvs. It& #39;s a nickname based on my real name which is long and French and stupid.
The story behind how I got to be called Tilly is kind of neat but I don& #39;t like to tell it & #39;cause I sound like I& #39;m bragging.
Thing is, I feel like I& #39;m growing out of it? I& #39;m kind of sick of it, truth be told. Tilly. It used to be cute but now it feels...childish? I dunno.
Thing is, I feel like I& #39;m growing out of it? I& #39;m kind of sick of it, truth be told. Tilly. It used to be cute but now it feels...childish? I dunno.
So, my real name is stupid and hard to pronounce, my nickname feels old and tired, my only option left is the name my family calls me from when I was a kid, which is Shawn. Which is, I guess ok? Kind of boyish but I was a tom boyish kid so c& #39;est la vie.