[ a d a l i e m. f e i t h ] [district 7]{DONE}

[ a d a l i e m. f e i t h ] [district 7]{DONE} Nov 22, 2011 19:01:35 GMT -5

Post by {ஐ} [m e m o r y] -- on Nov 22, 2011 19:01:35 GMT -5

_{All they did was walk over,

Start off by shaking your hands.

Thats how it went.

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a d a l i e m. f e i t h
a g e 18
d i s t r i c t 7
f e m a l e

I had a smile on my face,

and I sat up straight.

Oh yeah, yeah.

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I am simply how you see me and absolutly nothing more then that. No matter how much you may search into this broken and ripped apart soul of mine, may you find nothing there. I am like a glass, one that isn't full of course. No, it isn't half one way or another either. You see, this is because I am neither optimistic nor pessimistic. Many people I know say that I am just in the middle, a good place for me to be right now.That is truly how I look and am, just simply an 'in the middle' character, a simple girl just putting in her time and looks to the audiance. A performer you may call me. A simple minded actress of many points.

There is one thing that yes, you can pick about me that is different. It is my eyes, the very jewels that decorate my face. To begin, they are completely different in color. My right eye is a forest green color and my other eyes is as pale as ice. There is a reason to this, I was born blind in one eye. In better to explain terms, I cannot see out of half of my face. Many people find this disturbing. I still cannot understand though, how they think of me. Why I should, in their eyes, change.

My hands and skin otherwise are very pale as it is. As a younger child, I had many problems, lets just say I was sickly. I would hardly ever eat and every day I grew thinner and worse. I was always not feeling good and I was forbidden to go to the Capitol for treatment. My issue was never diagnosed but one thing is for sure, once I exited this time, the only thing that remained was my skin, the porcelain color that coated me. Some people consider it beautiful while others have their own thoughts. Still, I am a lone wolf in this world and nothing will stop me just there. I will be myself until the end.

The hair on my head isn't black. It looks that way to many but it is another odd thing about me. Many times, you will find that my hair color changes, from dark brown to light brown. It is rather common with me, it changes about every three months. People, such as my mother, tell me it is from the weather. I think that its just how it will be though, if my hair wanted to be normal it wolud. After all though, we all know that one thing I am not, is normal.

I wanted to know you.

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I am myself, it is as simple as that and no more. I am no one else, I am not another human. In fact, I wouldn't want to be anyone else in this cruel world that I am forced to live in. Many are jealous of those around them, I am not, I am who I am. The real and only question though. What am I? Who am I? That is but a mystery until you know that I am simply myself.

Yes, this all may be a bit rather confusing to you because you may be wondering, What is it like to be oneself? It is just being me, the me that is the me. If you were to describe who I am though, my small group of friends might say that I am shy, or timid. That i am lost and a bit gone. Maybe they might even say that i'm a bit mad. That is their own desicion. When I describe myself in one word though, the word would most likely be, me, the word that can fit all of those emotions into it. The ones like shy, timid, lost, gone, and mad. All good things to fit into the word me.

To lighten this up a bit, I will explain all of this in so much more detail. To begin off with shy and timid, just something I am. I am not a people person and anyone who knows me, knows that. I simply hate being around many people and I am alone most of the time, it is an easy and prominant way for me to live. What makes it easier, due to my 'disabilities', people don't normally like to hang out with me anyways, its a bit sad.

When I say lost or gone, let your mind just think of the words 'far away'. 'Cause thats where I am, far away. I am a thinker and nothing will ever change that about me. I ponder many things as what would help my district and my over all life improve. So, in a way, the words gone and lost, arn't that bad. In fact, they are rather good when it fits to my terms.

Now this mad part, yes I am there. As a child with all of my sicknesses, I would have many visions and hallucinations all of the time. I would see things that weren't really there. To people walking by, I imagine that I looked rather crazy, screaming about things that didn't exist. There are still times where this comes back, I will start screaming like a scared little child over something that isn't there. Lukily, my good friends and family know how to put up with my 'madness.'

You don't know me

Dont ignore me

You don't want me there you just shut me out

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My story is something of an abandonment of time. A place where only one, no more then that, can feel the safe arms of forgetfulness and tears wrap around them. A sad, lonely, and yes, very dark place. This place was not one where a simple being could be in peace. No, this is a place of eternal sufferings. Somewhere where you didn't want to be. Lucky for me though, this is where I was chosen to stay in my mind, a land of sorrow.

I was once born to a loving mother and father, their names being Stella and Garett, such common names. I was cared for by them, they knew that I was different, they knew that I was a bit insane. And yes, they knew that I would be a challange for them. What they didn't know, I was sad.

It was terrible though really, being attacked constantly by depression, hurt, and so much more that made my heart fall apart. Still, I acted like a happy child, until that one fateful day, it was the day where my mother was gone, none existant anymore. I cried for many hours. Of course, back then I was only at the age of seven, an age where I was still fighting my mind.

My loving and absolutly amazing mother had been beaten to death by the peacekeepers for missing too much of her work. It was my fault, that is when I became unbearable to my father, he was no longer able to handle my outbursts, my crazy reactions to everything. Alas, I was given away to other parents who both worked as healers, they told me they could fix me.

They never did though, never once was I given anything to help, in stead, these new creeps said that if I were to stay in bed long enough, whatever was in my would leave. They weren't right, still, I tried to convince them that it worked, earning me more struggles and in a way, actually helping to heal me. It was hard to get even to that stage, still I arrived.

Soon after, I began to realize that my new 'parents' weren't that bad at all. They were actually kind people that knew how to care about a sensitive girl like me. It took them a long time as well to get to that stage, still, once they did, I was a bit better. I was finally with people that I hoped, I could be with forever.

You don't know me

Dont ignore me

If you had your way you'd just shut me out

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Seychelle Gabriel

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Odair

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Unwanted - Avril Lavigne
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