Lydia W.
Subscriber since: October 2012
About Me
If you're looking at this, you either have nothing better to do, or you're a really nice person; and I'm guessing it's A. To all the world, I am invisible. Were people to look, they'd see a mirror image of every other nobody in this world, even if it's not the truth. They'd see a protective shield, a filmy barrier. To most, they'd just see a white spot no one would miss. I am a shadow, appearing souless and worthless, constant and stalking. I am the thing that follows you, and keeps you wondering if you'll ever avoid it. I am the ruthless cold that no one will remember, the shell of a girl.
But I'm not average. People see all the quiet shy people and put them into one group, one judgement. They think we're all the same, like cell copies.They think we all act the same, all choose to be the same. Our souls are like carbon copies. Every soul is the same. But not mine.
Two inches, two light years. The truth from a lie, the heart from the mind.
This close.
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Favorite Word:

shadow
Deep, souless black against stark white. Cold, merciless coal against warm chocolate. Empty, torn, shallow pitch against silky ivory. That is a shadow. Not the warm reds, and cocky pinks. Not the pleasant greens and chilling, silky blues. Not even the horrific purples and ostentatious oranges. No, all that a shadow is, in all it's simplicity, is a perfectly beautiful, smooth, pure black.
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Least Favorite Word:

bug
What do I despise? Not the itchy rashes, ugly hair-dos, boring schoolwork, or choppy classes with choppy kids. No, above all else, my true fear belongs to the bugs. Any form of insect, biting or non, is a threat to my well-being. The slimy slugs, the annoying ants, the evil wasps, the gentle, irritating ladybugs. It all seems to be just one thing to me. A nightmere.
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Favorite Quote:

"Alas, life is like a flower. When it blooms, at the peak of it's beauty, people enjoy and surrond it, showering it with love and attention. And when the flower begins to wither and die, people start to neglect it, leaving it behind for the next fresh blossom. But deep inside that flower, the heart, colorful and full, is still beating. Never forget that- that love and beauty will always be on the inside. True beauty is not some tangible thing with a tenable hold. True beauty exists within."
- LLSA