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Name: DawnOfFae
Location: A Sweet DayDream :)
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Wed, 06 Feb 2013

Membership: Member

Personal Bio
Hmm.... How to write this? I just love trying to sum up well, ME.

(I will most likely change this often, as I always have something new to say)

Ok, Basic Information first, I Suppose.

I know some of you don't like people who don't have pictures of themselves. Although I, for the most part, have nothing to hide, having a picture of myself here would not be the best idea. This is because, although I believe most of you are not, there are some pretty messed up people in this world.

My real name is not Dawn or Fae.. or Of.... Who needs to know what my real name is? It's an odd one though!

I'm an anti-social, shy, odd, random, quiet, smart, lazy, always-thinking-of-something-or-other kind of girl. I am young, but that doesn't mean I'm not serious about learning magick. I've always been an old soul, fretting about world issues and family ones, the end and the beginning. I've always known there was more than meets the eye, things near and far. On a brighter note, I love to read and write stories! A creative soul in-defiantly! I'm an Anime Geek, and I'm always just DYING to talk to someone about it. (That was not sarcasm by the by). Also, I collect lost things. I call them lost things, they are broken things, shiny things, strange things, useless things.

Now for Why I am Here, and Why I believe in Magick.

I have always been interested in magick, as my mother had a few witchcraft books sitting around from when she was interested in such things. I, myself, am not a Wicca or Pagan. I go to church, but I sense some of it does not seem right to me. I am not saying Christianity, or Wicca, or Paganism, are not beautiful and wonderful religions. I am just finding my path, and now it seems to not evolve any religion. Fairies have always just been a belief of mine, I've always, well, kind of just, known, that they exist. I've also seen a dragon, and was awe-struck for days. These events will forever be engraved in my memory.

I am interested in Herbalism, Fae, Natural Magick, Astral Travel, Chakras, the Moon, Crystal Magick, Candle Magick, Dragon Magick, and the Universe itself.


Root: under-active (-44%)

Sacral: under-active (-19%)

Navel: open (6%)

Heart: under-active (-25%)

Throat: open (25%)

Third Eye: open (25%)

Crown: open (50%)


The Cusp of Power, between Aries and Taurus.


Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. Youre just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you've written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don't answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you're asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She's screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that Mommy is crying and sissy won't wake up. Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what's going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they've said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can't help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can't handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They're sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She's in shock. She can't believe it. She what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can't cry, she can't feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It's a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone's crying, your little brother still doesn?t know you killed yourself, he's too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn't stop for days. It's two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn't know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go intodepression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn't succeed like you did, but she tried?your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don't just effect you. They effect everyone. Don't end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can't get better if you give up. I'm here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we've NEVER talked before, I'm here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care.


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