|Salutations, my name is Nixee, but I prefer if you call me Nix,
Here is a little about me:
I am a 13 year old girl.
I am an Indigo Child. Indigo children are those who are believed to represent a higher state of human evolution. The term itself is a reference to the belief that such children have an indigo colored aura. The color indigo represents the chakra of the third eye, which is associated with intuition, and paranormal abilities such as seeing angels, spirits or deceased loved ones. They are highly empathic, possessing the ability to discern what others are thinking and feeling. Thus they have the ability to know when someone is being authentic, honest and truthful.
I am the only me. I try to stay original and unlike everyone else. My favorite colors are blue, purple, and silver. I spent 3 years trying to get as close to any form of magic possible,trying to prove to myself that it is all real by means of video games, RPG's, and clubs I had with my friends, where we pretend to use magic. I found this website a little time back. I could not believe my luck and I tried many spells, but none worked. I did not let myself believe that the site is false and that no matter how hard I try, I will never find proof. I still am looking for a sign that I should not give up. If I must I shall remain eternally searching for my desire.
My passion is singing. My voice is better then anyone else in my choir, which means I get teased, a lot. This one girl, Natalia, is the worst. My fellow truth-searcher, DuskFire, doesn't want me to spend energy looking for revenge, and I agree, yet I feel my burning hat becoming overwhelming. I take out my anger in words, writing continuously about magic and curses.
My mother says I am highly intelligent, smarter then everyone else in all of my classes. She is not saying this because she wants me to feel good. I have seen my IQ. Yet I am failing. My mother says that the bridge between my intelligence and my actions has been severed slightly and I am unable to use the intelligence I have.
Some people may feel like they have too little or no talents. I feel like I have too many. I am exceptional at singing, writing, reading, making friends, leading, communication, teaching, working with animals, and acting. It is overwhelming. Because of all the things I am good at, bullying is not uncommon.
With talents come flaws. Everyone has them. Through all of my skills inside, I am not the prettiest on the outside. I have many friends that tell me otherwise, but that's what friends are for, right? Anyways, I am not pretty. My skin is pale, I have very dark shadows under my eyes, and my hair gets tangled extremely easily. Because of my hair tangling, I cut it, which made my appearance worse. My hair was much more curly that any of my family imagined, it poofed out. Removing the weight had allowed my curls to takeover, resulting in, you guessed it, really fluffy hair. My hair color is Brown as well as my eye color but my eyes are so dark the are practically black.
I started trying to escape reality. I became a dreamer instead of a realist. I started gaming, as well as writing and singing more often. I also became a bit more secretive. I was usually an open book, but I started hiding stuff. I decided to look for more then one friend I could talk to who understands how I feel. So I decided to try to join a coven.
A year later, I came back to this site, but had forgot my password to my account, Pixiewings. So I made another profile, and updated my name to something that better suited me.
This is the present, but there is always a future.
Ask me questions and I shall answer them with honesty as long as you ask them with truth and kindness.
I don't care if you're gay or straight, everybody needs love.
I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness, everybody deserves a chance.
I don't care if you're ugly or pretty, everybody has flaws.
I don't care if you're black or white, everybody has the same capabilities.
I don't care if you're weird, you are your own person.
I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth.
I don't care if you're different, everybody is.
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