Username: witch;
Kalon Name: navanik
Gender: female
Haircut: here - supposed to be color #97B1BE
Writing: "Everyone leaves one day. Even I did. Dead, forgotten,
quite literally left for dead. No one sees me, no one hears me, but
I'm still here. A ghost. The friends I had are gone, living in another
life. Sometimes it's nice when people don't realize that you're there.
To be honest I still don't know what killed me. I remember living
in a hospital, going to sleep, and waking up in another place. People
surrounding my body. That might be what's keeping me here. I'd like
to know, but at the same time I don't want to.
The hardest part about being here, in what I've come to assume
is simply another dimension, is watching the people I cared about
suffer. There aren't any left now. However, the people that live here
now don't seem to do much. They talk about problems, then don't
do anything about them.
Before I died I was an artist. My parents told me to do anything, and
supported me no matter what. They acted like any day could have
been my last. I visited the doctor too. Weekly to be specific. He
always told me how strong and determined I was. So, when I
started drawing after staying in the hospital for a few days,
after breaking my leg, my parents decided to sign me up for art classes.
Those classes were wonderful, they gave me hope, hope beyond hope. Though art
has changed drastically it still leaves me with a sense of pride."
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Kalon Name: navanik
Gender: female
Haircut: here - supposed to be color #97B1BE
Writing: "Everyone leaves one day. Even I did. Dead, forgotten,
quite literally left for dead. No one sees me, no one hears me, but
I'm still here. A ghost. The friends I had are gone, living in another
life. Sometimes it's nice when people don't realize that you're there.
To be honest I still don't know what killed me. I remember living
in a hospital, going to sleep, and waking up in another place. People
surrounding my body. That might be what's keeping me here. I'd like
to know, but at the same time I don't want to.
The hardest part about being here, in what I've come to assume
is simply another dimension, is watching the people I cared about
suffer. There aren't any left now. However, the people that live here
now don't seem to do much. They talk about problems, then don't
do anything about them.
Before I died I was an artist. My parents told me to do anything, and
supported me no matter what. They acted like any day could have
been my last. I visited the doctor too. Weekly to be specific. He
always told me how strong and determined I was. So, when I
started drawing after staying in the hospital for a few days,
after breaking my leg, my parents decided to sign me up for art classes.
Those classes were wonderful, they gave me hope, hope beyond hope. Though art
has changed drastically it still leaves me with a sense of pride."
250/250
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