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Hymity In reply to DeathbyPixels13 [2015-11-08 02:13:36 +0000 UTC]

THE TEARS POUR LIKE THE RAIN         

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Hymity In reply to LawlietLady [2015-04-25 07:19:15 +0000 UTC]

I completely share your feelings of remorse... I love L, and I too wish to refuse he bared such a terrible fate. Have you ever read Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases? I'm reading it now, and I love seeing more of L in it.

I really appreciate your support, and I'm so happy you like it. It was heartbreaking for me to draw...

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LawlietLady In reply to Hymity [2015-04-25 20:48:51 +0000 UTC]

I have not read Death Note Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases... what format is it in exactly? I'm curious. I bet seeing more of L from another perspective is wonderful though. I'm trying to feel it out as best as I can in my own fanfic. He experiences a brief period of drunkenness, jealousy, and well, yes, love. Enough to a point to make him unstable and also experience denial. My readers say I'm doing a good job... I just hope that I'm truly doing L justice.

I can only imagine how heartbreaking it must have been for you... What inspired you to draw it?

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Hymity In reply to LawlietLady [2015-04-25 23:49:18 +0000 UTC]

(Sorry for such a massive response. I merely like to say what I have to say)

Well-- every time I watched that scene in episode 25(I know the number because I re-watched it more than a few times while drawing my picture), I always felt a certain emotion from that scene that I hadn't felt with any other one. When L asked Light, "Have you ever uttered a single completely true thing since you were born", I felt like L was mad at Light for being Kira... like he wanted Light to be his friend, not Kira. Here, you may get a better understanding of what I'm trying to say if you re-watch the rooftop scene... here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=sCxTvA… Skip to 10:00. Now-- about him wanting Light to be his friend... re-watch this www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tgosnc… you can skip to 0:46, if you really want to. 

Light was just putting on an act, Light was just pretending to be L's friend, Light was Kira. So if Light was never L's friend... then L never had a friend... To be honest, I've never had a friend, either... due to a variety of reasons. I've always felt the pain of such a thing, and with L being the same, surely he suffered as I do.

I think I'll take a look at your works. I'm to believe from what I know of you now that you've represented him well. Also, The BB Murder Cases is a book-- it lay next to me as I type this out, in fact. 

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LawlietLady In reply to Hymity [2015-04-26 20:37:57 +0000 UTC]

I have no problem with massive replies. I'm a writer. If I have a problem with long writing, I'm a terrible hypocrite. I only dislike lengthy writing if it contains no real substance.

Anyhow, I looked over the videos you presented, and I can really see your point. Quite the frightening question he has had to present Light with, and of course, Light gives him the answer L has predicted. L's thinking in terms of if Light were Kira sadly enough. It's almost like confirming again in some form to L that he is Kira. That's just my thoughts on it. It is incredibly sad though. Light's true identity is exactly that which L doesn't want to be the case. I may not exactly understand complete loneliness, since I have been able to make friends growing up.
After my mom died though, my sister and I had to attend a private school. I was only 6 years old, and I seemed about as awkward as they came. I didn't really make any real friends that whole first year. Second grade almost passed that exact same way seemingly enough. Only in third grade did I feel like I actually gained a friend after a classmate had a fight with her best friend at the time and started talking to me. This whole time, I was raised in the church, but even there, I didn't have any real friends. You know that feeling when you feel like you're too deep for anyone to understand? That's where I was from a very young age. I've made some shallow friends here and there, but gratefully along the way, I've found people that are at least as weird as I am. That friend I made in third grade? Well, her and I have been best friends for 17 years now, but we haven't always kept in touch. After my dad got remarried in my early teens, we switched over to a public school. Coming from a private school, that was a major culture shock. I wasn't welcomed easily. Eighth grade there was relatively lonely; I was a smart weirdo stuck around the preppy, dull-witted delinquents. Once I proved my academic worth there, I was put in higher classes. Even then though, I had trouble making friends. Smarter kids were preppy too. I wasn't and had no desire to be. My group of friends ended up being a bunch of nerdy kids a year younger than me that were big on Terry Pratchett books, Harry Potter, and Magic the Gathering. They were fun to be with though. At least they granted me that much.
All the while though, I figured out what was holding me back. The sad part? I've only figured out what it is here within the past two years. I'm three years graduated from college now. It's long past due.... Back then, I was too busy trying to believe in something I didn't find favorable. I was too busy trying to fit myself into a mold I wasn't meant for. I didn't let me be who I wanted to be. I was chasing something I only thought I wanted, but only wanted for fickle reasons if any reasons at all. It's taken me some time, but I'm finally turning into who I really am. You know what? I'm liking it a lot more. I have genuine friends now. I connect more easily than I used to. I just had to leave all that I was used to behind to figure that out.

Sorry about the long story there. Anyhow, about my fanfic, I have tried to adhere to the original characters as best as I can. I don't think it makes sense to deviate from who the original characters were. We've come to know and love the characters the way they were created. Deviating from that would take away from our love of them. It kills the story. I'll admit that I put them in situations that might bring out different sides of them than we saw in the anime or manga, so how I portrayed them in those situations.... rest assured: I tried my best to think about how the original character might handle it. Feel free to read what I've written, and be sure to let me know if I've ever gone too far astray. You seem like you would be a good and insightful person to hear from. I look forward to hearing from you. Thank you.

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Hymity In reply to LawlietLady [2015-04-27 08:17:18 +0000 UTC]

Well, a secret for a strawberry, so a story for a story?

In any case, it must have been nice to have gotten the opportunity to make friends. I never did, alas. My parents never sent me to public school since they knew they could do a better job at educating me than the governmental system could, and they were correct-- not to sound imperious, though. My parents were able to tend to me individually, as opposed to if I were in a class, where my needs would be drowned in the masses (not to say there are no members of schools that are more intelligent than I... I'm POSITIVE I'm an idiot compared to a countless number in school systems). Anyway, since I was always home schooled, I never received the opportunity most children receive: making school friends.

One might ask, "why not make friends with your neighbors"? I lived in a rural area. I had neighbors, yes, but they were all people who wished nothing to do myself nor anyone else... one of them almost shot me when I accidentally entered their yard, in fact. My family was/is also a poor one, so they could never afford for me to participate in activities such as sports, or what have you. For a few years/up until now, I've been doing online school (even more shameful). This was so because my parents were experiencing an incredibly capricious marital state. My mother was too depressed (because my father was to blame for the strife in their marriage) by her wavering matrimony to home school me, and we were too poor to buy me clothes and tuition for public school. 

To this day, I am 16 and remain just as lonesome as ever. My parents are now divorced, and I go from house to house on a bi-weekly schedule; leaving me still unable to attend a public school. To be honest, when I was younger I dreamed of being "normal" and having the life other kids had. Whenever I went out into public to go to the grocery store or what have you, I'd always dress up, baring the thought that a kid my age would confront me and say "I like your outfit!" and our introduction would evolve into a conversation, and our conversation would evolve into a friendship. After that never worked, I eventually began to question if I was friendless because I was not worthy; so I started working toward gaining enough worth to be accepted and gain a friend.

I began playing the piano (a deceased family friend of ours passed it on to us), drawing, etc. I also began observing other people as to understand how they "were". I had nearly no experience with socialization, so I searched to remedy that, as well. 

I'm still there, and I've still never had a friend. I remain isolated in my domain of drawing, playing the piano, and a few other such lonesome activities. Interestingly enough, though, I very well may be attending a public school and may also begin modeling (my mom has a fair amount of connections, and I suppose I'm pretty) after this coming summer. To be honest, I'm terrified, though. I'll be... out there... with other people... what will they think of one such as myself? I'm petrified by the question.



And that's my life summed up. I thank you for listening/reading the plentiful product of a rambling individual such as myself. (I'm probably going to read your fanfic tomorrow, I'll make sure to inform you of my thoughts and opinions of it ^-^)

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LawlietLady In reply to Hymity [2015-04-27 22:49:02 +0000 UTC]

<3 Thank you very much for sharing. It must have taken a lot for your to admit to that. I'll be holding on tight to that strawberry. Along with my story, I've been in and out of counseling ever since my early teens. I had a lot of trouble getting along with my step-mom after my dad married her. My sister and step-sister commonly teamed up on me when an occasion of such nature broke out among us. And if one of us was going to get lectured, they brought all of us out to watch anyway. It's like watching the other get whipped. I thought personally that it was sickening. I was usually the one getting whipped. I still don't really get why that was though. I'm just misunderstood so easily, especially back then I was! Now, I just put myself out there with a smile and say, "Take it or leave it." Learning to express my more positive traits was necessary. Learning to express myself clearly was the next step concerning everything else. And now, I feel like I have learned to do that especially.... once I'm away from the main circumstances that would have required such a thing. Just my kind of luck.

I thought I would share that about me as well. I'm the kind of person that thinks deeply. I feel deeply. I usually think/know more than people suspect. Thanks to good ol' preaching school, I've learned how to be a skilled straight-faced liar. I hate having that kind of power though. Now, I'm away from that religious mess, I require that ability a whole lot less, if hardly at all. Ironic, isn't it? If you're religious, I deeply apologize and hope that you will not judge me for my decisions.

Enough about me though! I'm sorry to hear about your family situation. *hug* It must be fairly recent for you (within the last two years?), so I can only imagine how much that must emotionally hurt you and how hard it is to cope with all the changes. You were probably anticipating it, but that doesn't make such dramatic changes much easier. As for your loneliness, I can see that... I tried dressing cool once, and it hardly ever seemed to work. I once was jealous of all the pretty-faces around me... Now? I don't. I've grown into my own natural beauty as well as a better body. They're all tattooed up, pregnant (or been pregnant) and pudged up. I'm good! I've also become pretty skilled with make-up and learning how to do my own professional-level manicures. You'll find yourself. At least you have learned good, useful skills (beautiful skills too! I LOVE piano, but I cannot play. So a big change is coming up, eh?... I wish you the best of luck. My only advice about the public school: be yourself to start. Don't be afraid to show off how smart you are. It can attract the right people and keep the idiots at bay quite nicely. There might be clubs and all too that you can experience. Don't be afraid to experience things. Feel free to try anything that interests you. You'll have your haters. You'll have people that laugh at you. I had plenty. You'll even find a fake group of friends to start. Keep them around for conversation, but put your stock in someone only once you get comfortable. You still have to keep yourself remotely comfortable. And you know what? Keep an eye out for others like you, people that might seem a little frightened by the big public school scene or people that have nowhere to fit in. Just say hi, and see if they respond or where it goes. Sorry! I'm not your mom, but I can't say that I don't care. Bad habit of mine.... >.>....<.<.... I don't know what to tell you about modeling, but trust your instincts.

Long writing is kind of what I do, so be prepared! I hope this has helped you a little. <3

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Hymity In reply to LawlietLady [2015-04-29 06:27:19 +0000 UTC]

Teehee, no worries, I actually find myself relieved to have found someone who likes to fully express their thoughts. I can't help but feel as though I'm palavering my nonsensical fuss when I'm constructing multiple paragraphs of carefully worded conversation and the person I'm speaking with replies simply with "oh thats good", "wo all the words", "k", etc. When I'm speaking to you, I don't feel ashamed of my prodigiously towering walls of text! 

Oh yes, I'm not at all quite so inane as to believe I'll be any happier pretending to be anyone but my true self. However, seeing as I am a teen and everything, I'm naturally questioning who I am... such a bother, can't my hormones make a decision, at last? 

Hmm... I tend to think nearly an inordinate amount, as well. I entertain myself by doing so, in fact. I think when I'm in the car, when I'm falling asleep, taking a shower, riding my bike, sneaking into peoples' backyards to pet their dogs (I love dogs <3), etc! Plus I think about really deep things... Unlike many others, I consider death and the reason behind my existence on a daily basis... I also like to think about paradoxes; and sometimes see if I can "break" the paradox (I did actually break a paradox once, but I honestly can't remember which one, nor how I did).

I also often find myself ruminating upon the mistakes of others, as to help ensure I am much less likely to replicate them. Mistakes and regrets are things I like to consider; for instance, I find it titillatingly beneficial to myself to consider what regrets people often hold on their death beds. Something I strife for most in life is to eliminate as many "death-bed regrets" as possible.

Surprisingly perhaps, I truly have never been all that effected by my parents' separation. I've always been a pragmatic and, I like to think, a fairly understanding child. My parents were both unhappy with their marriage, and I saw this. I understood they would both be happier apart, and all I truly wanted was for them to find happiness (I'M sounding like the parent ^o^). 

Oh please, if you have anything at all to say, or any advice at all to give, by all means, shower me with it. Motherly advice or not, I welcome all words of counsel with such open arms it hurts my muscles... though I may not heed it all, I endeavor to analyze and consider everything of which I am advised. 

Long writing? *Gets comfortable* I was born for lengthily written conversations.

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LawlietLady In reply to Hymity [2015-04-30 01:43:03 +0000 UTC]

HA! The short-response, little-minded people.... Yes, I know what you're talking about. There's a special place in hell for them, I swear! I make an effort to write a thoughtful message, and they chicken out with hardly a moment's notice. It feels like you're caring, just to see that the other person doesn't care. -.- So annoying when that happens....

Meh, that's true. You'll be questioning who you are for a while then. For me, I mean, I KNOW that I had different, more unstable thought processes when I was younger, but I still feel as though there is no excuse for me being so... naive? I think that'd be the word for it. At times in my teenhood and through college, I wished I was normal, like everyone else. I felt like I was mentally too complicated for anyone to understand. Too weird for any guy to really love. I felt like if there was something that created all life, another force must have created me. I was keenly different and unable to hide it. At least I embrace it now. I'm going to be weird. I'm going to be different. I'll even be outspoken more often than not, but that's because if the people around me can't take it, they'll go away and clearly, they weren't worth my time. Or they just wouldn't be worth my time if I gave them the opportunity. Even romantically, I felt like I intimidated all the guys. Well, the same principle goes for them. If they're not good enough, they'll know to opt out in minutes. I've got a few stories on that one, but I'll only share them if you're interested. I don't exactly feel as though you are keenly interested in any sort of romantic conquest.

As for your hormones, I'm 23, and I think mine are JUST NOW straightening out. Up until now, acne has been a plague for me..... UGH....

I know about how you think. If my brain could shut off, there might be a switch for it. No such thing here. Even weirder? I can hear my subconscious while I'm perfectly conscious. It just becomes more dominant when I go to sleep obviously. My subconscious is the stronger problem-solver. Consider it my fetal-position sitting posture (like L). My main consciousness is mostly used for social interaction, wit, perfectionist evaluation tendencies, and following directions/routines. I mainly think about words though. I think about phrases and multiple different meanings. When a situation happens to me, I think about all the possibilities of what could be happening on the other side. I also think through the consequences of my actions, as thoroughly as I possibly can, time-wise, social-wise, task-wise, and anything that might affect my health or mind/stress. I still daydream though.... I have a few past things that still haunt me, even if I know 100% that given my situation/life, it wouldn't have worked out anyway, nor could it. Deep, personal stuff there. Let's just say that it's taught me to be honest and up-front with people about my feelings, should they be wondering. One main one in particular captivated me, silently rejected me, but still showed kindness and may have even mentioned me namelessly in a speaking situation... It wrenches my heart. I never heard anything back, but he was still nice enough to make me wonder. Sigh.... Honesty is best policy indeed.

As for your understanding of your parents' relationship, I'm proud of you. I'm glad that you understand it. I'm more than happy that it hasn't affected you. I have an ex whose mother and father divorced. Basically, his dad is who he considers an unforgivable asshole that he wants nothing to do with, but he'll still treat him like an ATM without an ounce of thankfulness. He's not even really happy or warm with his family. I always hated that about him. Nonetheless, I'll just say that THAT apple didn't fall far from the tree. He was bitching about his father, but he wasn't really different. He called his dad manipulative and inconsiderate..... Nope. He was the same way. In short, he was not emotionally affirming, and if I translated anything differently than what he intended, I was wrong. I got sick of it after 1 year and 8 months. What a grand waste of time and resources.... My motherly note to you: don't take shit like that from ANY guy. Call them out on it. Tell them how they make you feel, and if they don't get the picture, it's probably best to move on. Ain't nobody got time for being unhappy if they can help it.

So.... this makes you comfortable eh? You can say I'm comfortable sharing my life stories. Especially with someone who I think can comprehend them.
*hugs*

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Hymity In reply to LawlietLady [2015-05-07 17:52:18 +0000 UTC]

Odd-- I guess it didn't post my reply... 

I know! It always feels like they don't care enough about you or your conversation to contribute anything! D:

Yeah-- it's so bothersome, however. It's painfully vexatious to constantly question who I REALLY am. At this point in time, my personality just changes... like... constantly. Sometimes I'm incredibly boisterous and maddeningly happy, sometimes I'm mildly mute and sit in corners alone, usually I'm both of those combined. Sometimes I'm a pain in the ass and sassy, sometimes I'm sweet and kind... ugh... I wish my mind would make up it's stupid mind. Regardless of what personality preset I might be at whatever time, I'm always an oddity. It's rather an comical thing oddness/uniqueness, isn't it? It's funny that the normal always want to be strange, and the strange want to be normal. Not to say that I am all that bothered by being atypical, but I'd be lying if I said it never gets on my nerves.

 I think we're alike in that such manner. I'm usually a very cautious and thoughtful (thoughtful as in done with lots of thought) decision maker. I try to consider everything; the repercussions of whatever choice I might make, the possibility of myself being biased due to how I perceive the situation from where I stand, etc, etc, etc. Everything I analyze the breath out of. From when I'm deciding how I feel about a person, to whether I should eat that strawberry with whip cream-- I usually always prefer to adjudicate with all the information I can get my hands on. I think I'm quite in touch with my subconscious as well, in fact... or perhaps that is merely because I can usually gather why my subconscious is feeling what it is feeling... While the not knowing must have hurt, it does sound as though he was rather nice about it all. I'm so interested to see how I will handle my first romantic situation... that'll be amusing...

Hmm... I wonder what that would be like, to be honest; to have a source of so much money, I mean. My family has always been poor, so I've always known to be frugal... which, I would say, has served me well. I've always known how to be happy with very little, as well as how to make do with very little. I had a few toys, and I would love to have more, but I knew we were poor, and I understood that my parents were giving me all that they could. Come to think of it, I suppose the way my parents raised me is likely why I'd consider myself to be a particularly understanding individual. Reason being, whenever they told me something, they never solely told me something, they would always explain WHY it was what it was. They told me that I didn't have many toys because we were poor, and they explained that they were poor because of bad luck. Which was basically it; cause of a number of factors.

Yep! I love having conversations with good conversationalists. It's refreshing and invigorating to hear the thoughts and get a look at the mind of another human being.. CX

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LawlietLady In reply to Hymity [2015-05-14 01:09:39 +0000 UTC]

Sorry about the late reply on this!! Work has been hitting me hard lately, among other chores, favors, and such.... Sigh.... Having a boyfriend and a family to go back to the hometown for, especially to leave flowers for my mom, cuts into my time too.
But I am back! <3

Oh, you say that you are a lot of different things, and while that is true, it is quite simple: you're human. You'll have a lot of facets. You're going to feel mixed up and undecided or unsettled, but the key is being at peace with all your different moods. You're human, not a robot, and ya know what? It's a great thing! No shame in that. As for wanting to be normal, I know what you mean.... How many times I have wished that in my lifetime.... Teenhood was a little bit of it, but most of such desires hit me hard in college when I was a single woman surrounded by guys in my major. They were all pairing off and finding the loves of their lives or ignoring me. I already told you a little bit of that story.... Sigh.... It still haunts me, even though I am happily taken by a rather sweet, funny, strong, and determined babycakes. XD

Ha, overthinking is my professional sport. Or at least, I used to call it overthinking. Then I met other people like me, smart people, people that told me that my level of thinking was not common, but in most cases, it was necessary. I'm grateful for finding people like that in my life. I felt extremely out of place before. Then also with my thinking, I am starting to include considering the feelings of others. Oi.... That's painful when you want to be painfully honest. I tend to be blunt. I don't hide who I am or what I am thinking very well. I have times when I can be a straight-faced liar, but I can also have plenty of moments where I refuse to hold back. Kind of odd to me, but it makes a little bit of sense, does it? Commentary would be appreciated.

As for the guy, I understand that maybe he was trying to be nice about it all, but I'm still haunted by thoughts of him and my mind wandering back to him... This is three years after graduating college, for crying out loud! Which would be about four years after I sent him that stupid note. My mind is stuck on him. Had he only granted me affirmative rejection, maybe I could get my mind off of what happened. Does that make sense? It feels extremely unfair with all of this time and no escape. :/

As for being poor, I have an idea of what you're talking about, except as nice as my dad was about it, he made me feel rich almost, ya know? I mean, sure, we would have many a meal of ramen noodles, canned foods, hotdogs, hamburger helpers, and such, but to me, that was a great dinner. Every rare now and then, he would even cook something different too, like steak or fried chicken with corn on the cob or his homemade mashed potatoes! To me, that felt like riches. We only had plenty of toys because of an old church family we grew up with. They really huddled around my dad after my mom died. They made Easter dresses for my sister and I. I remember getting a few toys and all like that too. My Uncle Gary cared very much for us too. He was like another parent of mine growing up. He encouraged my sister more into anime and our art skills. He had a great paying job and lived in a simple trailer that he was happy with too. I guess I would consider myself lucky given what I had growing up. I didn't know to shower everyday and sometimes, the prettier girls at school would laugh at me for that, among other fashionable mistakes that didn't live up to their standards, but once or twice in elementary school, their moms had a few of them invite me to their parties or once over for a sleepover.... Yep.... I was the odd kid, and the parents didn't want me to feel left out... I also know what it is to be frugal. I am still doing that even now. I'll save that story for next time.... But it is interesting, especially to know that I have been moved out from my parents for almost a year now!

I hope you are doing well! <3 Again, I am very sorry about the late reply!

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Hymity In reply to LawlietLady [2015-05-19 07:09:38 +0000 UTC]

(I'm super sleepy, so I didn't proof read this at all, hopefully this message isn't too atrociously inarticulate)

Don't feel bad at all about your late reply, I'm committing the same crime. Finals week tends to severely limit one's ability to do anything but cry and study. In any case, welcome back! Oh? You have a boyfriend?! >w< (as an individual who's never been in a relationship, hearing stories of boyfriends are akin to fairy tales) My family is still poor as always, so for mother's day I relied on my own none-costing-of-money skills to wish my mom a happy Mother's Day. I made her dinner, gave her a massage, drew her a bath, etc. I was like a house maid... which was awesome because I've always loved the idea of being a maid... XD

Babycakes? Ooooohhhhhh! Now I know it's serious. ^m^ Mhm, I'm still in high school and will be for another two years, but I imagine that I will suffer a singular pain when I enter college or go to a public school next semester. Reason being, from what I've observed, nearly everyone these days seem to be inordinately driven by sex, whereas I'm really very shy with the concept. Given the type of personality one usually has when driven mostly by sexual desire, I probably I won't associate with very well with them. Buuuut I'm cool with that, to be honest. So long as I have at least one friend, I'll be happy. c:

Oh no, oh no, oh no, I just re-read my second paragraph and realized the horror: I ended my sentence with a preposition!!!! *Falls to knees and cries* I... I didn't proof read... Mhm, I see what you mean, and I believe I'm the same way. I've analyzed it a few times and have come to the conclusion that my/our "personalities" are just flexible. I/We understand that different situations call for different manners of handling, etc. But yes, I too can be blunt, and at other times I'm a professional at holding my tongue; the diversity seems to have served me rather well, thus far, however.

Ohhh-- that must be an insufferable thorn in your side. One of the things that will always bother me the most are wandering thoughts. Unopened doorways that I never opened forever re-appear in my mind, or so to speak. It's just the curiosity of what could and/or might have been that leads my mind to run in loops. Since an affirmative rejection at this point sounds as though it would prove rather difficult to acquire, the only thing I can think for you to do now is to merely gain enough satisfaction as to reach the point of not caring. Not that satisfaction is an easy thing to gain, nor that I'm an experienced romance advocate...

Yes, I know exactly what you're talking about! I never really cared about being rich or anything, to be honest. I actually think I liked growing up poor; I suppose it taught me to appreciate simple things, in a way. My dad was always super cool and knew how to do a bunch of things, so he'd make me stuff and I loved it so much! For instance, while my house wasn't particularly special, my yard was always incredible (by my considerations). It was/is (I still live at said house when I'm with my dad, but he's going to move to another state and is selling the house) a lush 5 acre plot of land and its perimeter is surrounded by cedar trees. So, my childhood home basically had castle walls, to be honest. XD Anyway! My dad would sometimes cut parts off any one of the hundreds of trees that were in my yard, and he'd prop branches to my bedroom walls. He put a very large branch over my bed (It had no leaves), and I always felt like I was sleeping under a tree. I don't know, but I feel like a child who grew up in a wealthy environment wouldn't get as exuberantly excited as I about the concept of sleeping under an indoor tree.

Trust me, I'm disdainfully slow-paced at responding. It doesn't matter how long you take to reply, to be honest. XD

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