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Vivienne / 16 /

The General.
I was born in December 6th, 1991 and that makes me 16 year young. Happily, I will be turning 17 in about five and a half months. I'm from a tiny place with many people. I probably look at things differently than you do. Many people look at things at the surface, but I look in deeper and in a more sophisticated way. It does not take much time to make me like you, but it does take quite a lot of time for me to trust you. Many may make me smile and laugh, but few can truly make me feel. As to know I still have much to learn in my life, I will not decide on my future. Currently, I am happy the way I am, but of course, like any other people, I want manipulation for things. This may make me seem deeper than I really am, but I want you to have a clear idea. It takes a lot for me to feel comfortable around someone. I adore silence. I dislike noise. You cannot say the way one talks on the internet is truly who they are, because it is not determined. I keep on with originality and I do want to keep it that way.
The Beginning.
Growing up had been a long, hard, process. Uncountable troubles and problems that were faced. The second I was revealed to this world, the doctors instantly knew something went wrong. My face turned all purple and my stomach started to indent downwards. Not even ten seconds later, there was a huge hollow in my stomach and my body was black. I was sent into the emergency room. For that part, I do not remember much. I was told later that they plugged some tubes in my body and managed to get my lungs working again. When I was three, I fell down a long staircase and bumped my head onto the sharp edge. My forehead was cut and the bone was visible. Blood spilled out like a fountain until it was stitched with more than thirty stitches. Until now, I only remember the blurry sight of the staircase in front of me. I'm glad I have forgotten the pain. Years later, I was chased by a huge dog that was practically taller than I was when I was ten. The sharp, pointy teeth sunk into my leg until my uncle came running with a huge bamboo stick. A few stitches were required. When I was fifteen, I rode down a street. Scarily, there was a huge hole that wasn't visible from the front with a lot of straws and pitches. I fell in. There were cuts on my neck, legs, and arms. A few stitches were required as well. On the same year, I tried to sneak out from my window because I was grounded. I lived on the third floor, and I suppose you know what happened. I slipped. I landed on the pots in the garden downstairs. The pieces from the pots sunk into my legs and I broke my left leg. I had to go to the hospital and get everything medicated until it got better weeks and weeks later. Its been two years and I'm glad to announce nothing has happened.
The Like.Pictures mean a thousand words.
It is very hard to explain how this works. A picture can contain thousands of words and meanings that may influence different people differently. I love the magic it creates. I love how it is looked at differently. I love how the beauty of it is discovered differently. It is addictive. Once you start, it never ends. The never ending ideas and little things you may come up with is magical. I adore the silence in a big city when people are asleep. I adore a field with bright, colorful flowers. I adore relaxing in a room with nothing but a bed. I adore attention from the right people. I adore being alone, spacing out and just have nothing in mind, in other words, blank. I adore thinking about the questions that are unanswerable. I adore the complexity of something. I adore the people that supported me through everything so far.
The Dislike.
I dislike rude, ignorant people. A lot of problems in this world are caused by those type of people who have no feelings and care for others. As a person who looks at things differently, I may feel it. I'm sure you will someday. I dislike bad smell. When it comes to smell, I can sense anything that isn't right. My body can somehow react to bad smell, which could be a good thing or a bad thing that depends. I dislike stupid TV shows, channels, and advertisements. I see no point for those things and they take up much time and effort. I dislike noise. Not just that they irritate me, I find them unbelievably distracting. I dislike slowness. Slow things require waiting, and I absolutely dislike waiting as well. I dislike violence. Growing up as to seeing violence a lot, I hate it. I dislike people who talk shit behind people's backs. Those people should absolutely feel disgraceful and ashamed. I dislike lousy, noisy people. I'm sure anyone does. The list could go on forever, but I'm going to pause right here.

The Story.
Once upon a time, a baby named Vivienne was born in a tiny place called Taiwan. Terrified and excited, she burst out crying as the people around her smiled in relief. Her tiny hands reach out up high as if she was saying, "Oh, thank you." The little smile on her face reflected the joyfulness of a newborn child. A sudden change on her mother's troublesome face immediately showed a sign of matter. As the eyes of the people follow the glance over to the baby, their mouths dropped open with a gasp. The baby's chest was an indented hollow. In concern of that, the baby wasn't crying, and heartbreakingly, not breathing. Rushing in terrifyingly, the doctors lifted the baby up and carried her into a different ward, all too fast. When they eventually carried her out, her face was pale white but much the color was definitely much alive. Her tiny hands were shaking unevenly whilst the doctors sighed and shook their heads heavily.

As a child, her dreams were wide. Sitting at the corner silently, she had things in mind that no other child surrounding her ever had. This was a pain for her parents as to seeing their child acting in such an abnormal way. On the first day of school, her mother was worried and concerned when she refused to leave bed. "It will be fine," her mother whispers to her ears with her soft voice, "you will be fine." Little by little, her mother finally persuaded her to leave for school. As she approached the school gates, she turned around and gave her mother a look. Stepping in unwillingly, she has entered the place where things are all wrong.

She was scared until a boy walked over and patted her on the back. For the next few weeks, they continued to grow their friendship until they were practically best friends. Going to school didn't seem like much of a hell anymore as to have been able to see him. They could tell each other anything, no matter how embarrassing it could have possibly gotten. She needed his loving hands to guide her through primary school.

Sadly, the world around her stopped turning when he moved with his family. At the same time, her parents had to leave for work as well. She now stands alone, all by herself with her uncle, who joined the family. She remember the prickling wind mixed with sand brushing her skin gently as her eyes traced along the path that the plane had just flied past. It wasn't expected at all. She didn't have any other friends. After he left, she was constantly bullied. School was back to the beginning where everything seemed all wrong and like hell. She felt as though she was an embarrassment that no one ever cared for. But the good news was, she kept in contact with him. With that, she survived through and finally graduated that school.

As she moved on, she dressed differently, hung with different friends, and acted differently. She loved the way she was at the moment, and she decided she would never regret anything. She had the happiest moment of her life.

Now, she is still in the stage where everything seemed absolutely irritable. Annoyance existed. She doesn't change for anyone or anything. There are still people who stand by her side when she needs them. They made her feel as though she didn't need to pretend and they could stand who she really is. As happy as she can possibly be, she still tries hard to improve.

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