So here I am. My first time on Fanpop in months. I came back to see what was happening and I find that Best has been spamming my wall, the Slytherin common room has been broken into, and a poster of me "missing" has bene created.
Flattered though I am, I feel guilty because there are quite a few things I never told any of you, though I can name a couple of you that have suspected it.
First and foremost, are the explanations of the people you know of as Trix and Sara. They are the online characters of my two closest friends whos' names I will not disclose. I have always considered myself an actress, and I have always enjoyed keeping many personalities available for myself to use. I could rage at people as Trix, and keep your respect as myself.
For those who haven't caught on yet, Trix and Sara never existed. I owned both accounts and nothing that ever came from them was from anyone but me. Like I said, I am an actress. Did I act well enough to fool you?
Don't be concerned though. The Lexa that you knew on THIS account, as Ninja-Kitten, is most certainly who I am. The people who inspired Trix and Sara are my friends, and we do karate together. We are sisters, just as I led you to believe from our faked conversations.
So in reality, you have gotten to know 2 people very well, although perhaps Trix's life was just an interpretation.
So that is the confession that I have been waiting to give to you ever since I started this charade. I hope you understand. I hope you forgive me for leading you on in such a way. But know that whatever you told Trix about Lexa, and whatever you told Lexa about Trix, it was all about who I was playing, and I am never offended by proffesional criticism. I know I am not the best Bellatrix roleplayer ;)
And my second confession. This is one that runs a bit deeper, and will no doubt concern many of you who genuinely care about me.
Since I quit Fanpop a few months ago, I had been battling with my teachers and my parents over my school grades. In my humble opinion, I am quite brilliant, and dislike being talked down to in the style of the "old-school" teachers. And so my grades suffered, as did my family life.
Light scratches here and there, easily covered by long sleeves and incapable of leaving lasting damage. The scars are barely visibile now, only a few months after I made them. Only last night did I add a few more. Only 10 cuts, but these are a bit deeper. They'll heal too though with time. Don't worry about me, friends, I have Trix (or at least, the person you know as Trix) and I have Sara (likewise) and I have a circle of people who cling to each other for help and guidance, and we know we'll be alright.
I write this knowing that I will probably only return to Fanpop to answer comments on this article, and I hope that the majority of you understand what I'm saying here.
I never said goodbye when I left. This is goodbye. If you wish to contact me further, you may comment on my blog and I will give you my contact information.
~Lexa
PS, the password for the Chamber of Secrets is the spell that conjures a snake. Capitalised of course, I am, after all, the Linguistic Dictator that you all know and hopefully love.
Flattered though I am, I feel guilty because there are quite a few things I never told any of you, though I can name a couple of you that have suspected it.
First and foremost, are the explanations of the people you know of as Trix and Sara. They are the online characters of my two closest friends whos' names I will not disclose. I have always considered myself an actress, and I have always enjoyed keeping many personalities available for myself to use. I could rage at people as Trix, and keep your respect as myself.
For those who haven't caught on yet, Trix and Sara never existed. I owned both accounts and nothing that ever came from them was from anyone but me. Like I said, I am an actress. Did I act well enough to fool you?
Don't be concerned though. The Lexa that you knew on THIS account, as Ninja-Kitten, is most certainly who I am. The people who inspired Trix and Sara are my friends, and we do karate together. We are sisters, just as I led you to believe from our faked conversations.
So in reality, you have gotten to know 2 people very well, although perhaps Trix's life was just an interpretation.
So that is the confession that I have been waiting to give to you ever since I started this charade. I hope you understand. I hope you forgive me for leading you on in such a way. But know that whatever you told Trix about Lexa, and whatever you told Lexa about Trix, it was all about who I was playing, and I am never offended by proffesional criticism. I know I am not the best Bellatrix roleplayer ;)
And my second confession. This is one that runs a bit deeper, and will no doubt concern many of you who genuinely care about me.
Since I quit Fanpop a few months ago, I had been battling with my teachers and my parents over my school grades. In my humble opinion, I am quite brilliant, and dislike being talked down to in the style of the "old-school" teachers. And so my grades suffered, as did my family life.
Light scratches here and there, easily covered by long sleeves and incapable of leaving lasting damage. The scars are barely visibile now, only a few months after I made them. Only last night did I add a few more. Only 10 cuts, but these are a bit deeper. They'll heal too though with time. Don't worry about me, friends, I have Trix (or at least, the person you know as Trix) and I have Sara (likewise) and I have a circle of people who cling to each other for help and guidance, and we know we'll be alright.
I write this knowing that I will probably only return to Fanpop to answer comments on this article, and I hope that the majority of you understand what I'm saying here.
I never said goodbye when I left. This is goodbye. If you wish to contact me further, you may comment on my blog and I will give you my contact information.
~Lexa
PS, the password for the Chamber of Secrets is the spell that conjures a snake. Capitalised of course, I am, after all, the Linguistic Dictator that you all know and hopefully love.
