Once upon a time, there was a girl. A girl who wanted to change the world, to be remembered, to be something more than anyone thought she could be. A girl who spent her days with her head in the clouds, flying high above the oppressive and destitute city she lived in. A girl who dreamed of other lives, other characters, other experiences. A girl who dreamed of love and hope and the idea that anyone and everyone could be and should be happy. A girl who loved the world around her, no matter how much it terrified her. A girl who talked to herself and laughed at her own jokes, who had days where she felt full and days when she felt as if she were completely alone. A girl known for being confident who was instead plauged by insecurities and self doubt, who acted as if she didn't care but in reality took every word they said to heart. A girl who was facinated by the Echelon and the sounds of a synthesizer as well as a didgeridoo. This girl lived to run, and music kept her alive (though she had no intent of dying any time soon). This was the girl disliked by an entire class, the girl who wore old lady skirts with tee shirts, and who dyed her hair tons of colors before shaving it off. The girl who is scrambling to keep from loosing herself in her inner termoil. This girl is me, of course. I am Olivia. My life consists of daydreaming, music, friendship, running, family, and the everlasting struggle to stay true to myself in a society that is begging me to be something different. I hope you all enjoy reading about me. If you have any questions, or just want to talk, PM me.
Peace, Love, and Rubber Ducks
Olivia :)
