Hello there, welcome to my blog. To those who just read my blog, I'm known as Solaris. I still don't know who I really am, but I'm almost there (I think.) For kicks, I'll tell you what makes up me, what my talents are. All the things I found out in the time span I have been living.
My intials are, L. V. L. Great I know, I have the shorten word for level. But maybe it's because no one ever knows how to react to my realms. I'm pretty normal, so I don't understand why people don't get me. And it's not that They don't get me, They just don't like me. But honestly, not EVERYONE is going to like you in this world. I'm slowly finding that out, and having a hard time dealing with it.
Being a girl, I love stuffed animals. You can never have too many. I also like getting dolled up. Mainly because I feel pretty inside and out. One day I hope I can feel that way without spending money on dresses and wasting so much unimportant time in the mirror, feeling pretty but finding many ugly things about me.
Sometimes I think I have a switch in my personality. Peers at school see me as a studious good girl, maybe grabbing too much attention with my academic acheivements. But if you invited me to an over-night party, you'll never forget me. The next day at school the party host looks at me all strange. Tilting my head, I ask:
"What is it?"
They respond, "What happened last night?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Last night. You were... Different."
"Different? How so?"
"I don't know... Freer? More wild?"
"Oh."
"Don't take offense! You made it fun."
"That's cool."
And it goes on and on. They're complimenting me, right? But then I feel that maybe if I did the same thing in front of my parents They would disapprove. But it's not like I did anything bad like strip or drink or anything! But moving on...
I'm also on a diet. Being short and stuff, I feel very stubby. My motivation? My parents. Not the good kind... They're the kind that just eat and eat. Pretty soon, watching them either makes me want to barf or eat with them. And seeing them eat usually leads to the barfing sensation now that my will power is becoming stronger around food. Don't get me wrong though, if someone were to offer me free food, I'd take it. Who wouldn't? IT'S FREE FOOD.
I'm also VERY paranoid and have trust issues. I have no idea why, but if you said you were going to catch me when I fall, I wouldn't believe you. Even if you did catch me, I wouldn't trust you to the next time.
One more thing, I LOVE animals, but I HATE bugs. I'm only allergic to one thing, and that's cat fur making connection to my eyes. What a shame...
