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Delaney Lindley
(Age: 23)
Texas, United States
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Date Joined: September 17, 2002
Last Bio Update: September 12, 2009
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And I'm back. Been through changes, and new adventures and when my life slows down, I'll be more than happy to tell them. Basics about me consist of things you'd only care about if you actually knew me. Prose-n-poetry is special to me because this is the only real place I've met people that give a care about what you're writing and don't judge you by what's in your head at the moment and instead of hating it, most can actually identify with it.
All in all, here's what's up: I'm 16, I live in Texas and anywhere I find an available spot which is why I'm a famous "couch-surfer". I love musikk and my friends and I love to write. As far as my musikk goes, all is going great and we're writing songs and I got to get a job on Taste of Chaos when they came through this year (2006). I hate summer, love winters, and one of my favorite memories is from a little girl on Prose-n-poetry I received saying she wants to be like me. How touching is that?
Overall, I'm manic-depressive, but other than my writings, you won't know. I keep my problems to myself.
The Fat Girl
Inpired by a monologue by Emily Picha
by Delaney Lindley
I am the fat girl at your school. I sit about twenty feet from you at the table by the fountain, usually alone. In fact, always alone. No one wants to be friends with the fat girl, it's like I have some disease. The "fat" disease where my obesity runs the risk of infecting you and you become fat too.
The only attention I get are the various sarcastic catcalls that make me see, what they see: "Hey Whale!" "Oh look it's tubby! Want a twinkie?!" and laughing. They always laugh at me, laugh at me hobbling down the hall. (tries to laugh) Hobbling. Heh.. What a funny word. But not if it's the best word that someone can find to describe you. Sometimes, you know, I just can't stop myself from crying knowing that's what they know me as: the girl hobbling down the hall. I really think that they'd like me if I was skinny.
Whatever. They'd like me if I was skinny but because I'm fat it's like the, "Let's make fun of the fat girl"! The whole school participates. But the worst thing is, no one can look me in the eye. When I try to say something back, to defend myself, they act like I'm permanently P.M.Sing. But I'm not! I just can't take that all day! I just don't get it...people shouldn't treat other people that way. And even the nice ones just glance down at the ground. I'm not an ALIEN!! I'm a human being. I do exist. I guess I just want to be treated like one of those popular girls for once. With all the guys hangin' all over them and the girls who see her wish they could be her. The one you always see in the pictures. Maybe if I was skinny, people would notice: I am alive, I have feelings, and I hear you.
"There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio. What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love." - Don Juan, "Don Juan Demarco"
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