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Villager: Broken Marionette

A broken doll within is this woman. A singer, hunter, fighter and bleeder. I have come through the window to many homes. Sat feeling at home only to be tossed onto the curb. No one wanted me. Tossed away not understanding why. Tossed as I believed I was kind and gentle, that my actions were too soft to be trusted.



I had no friends... just my parents... just my siblings but even then I felt secluded. No one came around me long no one cared. Soon I gained it all. Felt joy, laughter, jealousy... every emotion I thought I lost. Then it began again. Till I gained someone who I thought would be the turning point for myself.



I am a soft person but lately the depression deep inside has torn me. Broken my spirit. Friendless it seemed till I gained new ties. Family. A woman I now can proudly say is my sister.



She plays this game - guiding me and helping me though the pain and helping me understand. I feel like a child. But deep down she helped me away from that one friend who manipulated me and slowly turned others against me. My friend and her fiance are the best things that really ever happened to me. I am very glad to have them.



I am a shy and kind person but due to some illnesses mentally it can be hard to keep friends. I have depression, anxiety and & Schizophrenia. I am not two-faced but I am blunt. I try to hide in a world of my own creation to keep away from hurting others.

My name is Storm.



On September 2nd 2015 I swore last year to change for the better. To hopefully regain the things I lost, to get friends and overcome the darkness in my own soul. I am here to help anyone who needs it. Call me the "guru" or "shrink" but I will listen, I will give advice and it wont cost you. I lost to help anyone I can. To make up for the way I had been when I was in highschool.

I am 22 years old, a horror writer, artist, and oddball.

I hope to make you smile even if it costs me a bite. My friends empower me like nothing most can understand.

My friends are my anchor.