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Lydia's little weird DIARY | 17-18-19?? 2020!





19|now|2020






1|now|2020




bloody skin



31|oct|2020

FAM :,)

















I have terrible memory lol. (random update with life)

I can't get on the Network of TEF due to my wi-fi being slow cause it is the apartment's free wi-fi yes I do live close to the wi-fi but the wi-fi is flimsy and flaky or my laptop is slow it's a HP laptop with stream and intel so I know it's WI-Fi most likely... SO I will be here often to pester you Darlings till I can get settle down with a job and and I can get better wi-fi or me and my family pick up and move.

When I do move I should warn you all I have a terrible memory in general, but one thing I've always been able to remember is my glasses and maybe my iron pills. I could meet someone and talk to them for a few days, if we stop talking and a week later they want to talk again I would be lost to who is this person talking to me. so pictograms are going to be hard with me, if you see me in the forest some day and want me to recall you so we can laugh or chat about something; you might want to snap a screen shot of the moment. I tend to recall images and visual detail better.

~one day I shall met you all in the forest~

Puccoon Umber

I gotten bored and wanted to write something, I am bad at writing sorry. since Umber is his own person...wait...his isn't human....Buck. I will be doing Diary Entry about his life when I am done playing TEF till something funny sad cute ect happens on there I will write a small random story. here it is bellow. See YOU in the forest Toffee Cakes.

Starting my life on here

Idea Hi! I am coffeecrusher but you may call me Coffee or CeeCee (no that's not my real name) I started play at first and namelss fawn then wanting to join the community. I play IMVU a lot but during the day it's boring to wait for friends so my pass time will be one here Smiling I hope my time here is full of fun and new wonders! till next time my friends.

art blog!

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Try harder, 2017, be the comeback-kid

2016, in my opinion, has been dictated by an entitled and self-serving attitude that makes me feel bitter about pretty much everything about the world I live in. All the negative noise seems much louder than the positive and the good, but from what I've experienced this year personally... it's not so much that it's louder, it's that we consciously choose to listen to it over everything else. There's this desire to go out of our way and do one of two things: to argue and to prove it - whatever it is - wrong, or, to take it to heart and retreat. I did the latter for years.

As some of you may or may not know, I lost my job suddenly last Christmas and was forced into taking the scary step into the self-employed world of Graphic Design. Did I know what I was doing? Haha no of course not, nobody really does. But as soon as I did it, looking back on the choices I made to avoid doing anything to do with my uni qualification suddenly became very clear. I chose to listen to the very few people who spoke negatively of me and my work at University and gradually, ever so slowly... I stopped drawing. I stopped collecting adverts and wanting to buy books of logos to look at, I stopped doodling, I stopped everything. Every drawing I did decide to make became hard, even commissions. My mother has her own business and I've always been in charge of her branding, and even that became hard. I would suddenly have a short temper and snap at her for asking me to do things that were well within my ability. There are other effects to, and I'm still working through this type of anxiety now that I understand it.
But essentially I began to hate the industry because of the - in hindsight - few stupid comments and put downs I received from my peers who were just shitty human beings. But for some reason, I cared about what they thought, and didn't care so much about LITERALLY EVERYONE TELLING ME I WAS GOOD AT SOMETHING.

Looking back now, I feel so stupid.

2 An End to the Start

Time passed and I grew strong, forgetting the fear of this place for now all it was a stain upon my heart. At first I was terrified when I first saw the strange creature, I ran far till I came to a pond. Only to find the same creature, smaller with the look of innocent fear staring back at me from the reflection of the crystal pond. I stood dumbfound splashing about in the water and then staring at it trying to understand why the creature seemed to slip from my hooves, to then learn what a reflection was. And realize what I was. It seems strange to be what I am... As if I wasn't this... As if I might have been something else like a dove or a crow. After awhile I grew brave and began to watch the... Others. They seemed friendly and cheerful and I soon joined them in there strange games of jumping about, as if flying and climbing trees. I never can figure out how they jump up into the trees. I try each time to find them giving off an infectious laughter. However it was not the only strange thing they went about doing. It happened often enough, as if it was the most normal thing to do... But they could change. Most of the time they would shine brightly and make another deer shine by pointing at them and the next instant they would be a different pattern or color. Sometimes there faces changed, or there antlers. I feared this and ran every time they had done it, but just like I had befriended them, I joined there antics. Soon after going to trees and mushrooms, we would point at each other and give each other the strangest looks at fall to the ground laughing as a fellow in the group would become green with a long red and white mask and horn antlers. Yes. I soon forgot my fears and joined there antics of running about. As time went I began to notice some of the fellows I hung out with would change, one day they were small and tiny making roaring sounds. Then suddenly, the next day they would return larger, with a dark brown felt and antlers.
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Winter is here... [Interraction blog and winter updates]



Snow settled, the skin fell off like a simple mask.

Winter is here and winter is cold, winter brings death, winter brings pain.
The pain it felt the pain it will give, for the ache deep within can no longer stay hidden.

stay away if you want to keep safe









Post here to interract with winter, or call me on skype (fireflyness) if you do not catch him in-game...
Winter cannot be reasoned with! Be aware of what you're getting your characters into by interracting with a thorns-draging, agressive/mean spirit!
Picto: http://tale-of-tales.com/TheEndlessForest/register/pictogram.php?username=Gobavec
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