Likes: reading, sketching, painting, listening to music, being alone, animals, baking, people who understand her, watching movies, helping, photography
Dislikes: bullies, liars, people, no one understanding her emotions, being seen as a freak, people touching her stuff, getting into trouble, not being respected, sports
Crush: your oc
Backstory: Madelaine grew up in a foster home until the age of twelve when she began developing some mental illnesses. She would have panic attacks when people got to close or tried to hug her. She would also be silent and not talk for days. Her foster family took her to a doctor and the doctor told them she had severe anxiety disorder, depression and other mental health issues. Her foster family decided it was best to send her to a special facility so she could get help. Madelaine hated being around other people and spent most of her time in her room, outside or in the library. She has a few hobbies like reading, sketching and photography which she enjoys and is very good at. Madelaine is helpful sometimes but doesn't like to talk much. She is good at school but gets bullied by the other kids who call her a freak. This makes Madelaine really upset and can cause a panic attack. She usually has to take medication in order to help her a bit.
I play dead So that the monsters in my head Think that they've done their best And they can take a rest I think that I just might have played this part too well I'm not feeling myself And I'm wondering where I fell Off the wagon I'm dragging Mud and used to love up to my attic There's static Where I used to be ecstatic You can call You can call me dramatic But I got this nasty habit
I'm living everyday like it's doomsday Even if it's just another Tuesday The internet is telling me That it's depression Yeah it's my obsession Never learn my lesson Cause I'm living everyday like it's doomsday Like it's doomsday
I'm an egomaniac On the self attack Whatcha looking at It's like you never seen anyone having A quarter life crisis I might be biased On the scale of self destructive tendencies I think I score the highest Why is Everything good in my life Overshadowed by a sinking feeling That everything is gonna go to shit And it's the best it's gonna get I just want to be the kid who thought that the World was filled with possibilities And not so many responsibilities And my world is falling into entropy Could someone please just give me the keys So I can see the world through a different screen 'Cause the one I got's not the one I need And you could call it a modern tragedy
I'm living everyday like it's doomsday Even if it's just another Tuesday The internet is telling me That it's depression Yeah it's my obsession Never learn my lesson Cause I'm living everyday like it's doomsday Like it's doomsday
I play dead So that the monsters in my head Think that they've done their best And they can take a rest I think that I just might have played this part too well I'm not feeling myself And I'm wondering where I fell Off the wagon I'm dragging Mud and used to love up to my attic There's static Where I used to be ecstatic You can call You can call me dramatic But I got this nasty habit
I'm living everyday like it's doomsday Even if it's just another Tuesday The internet is telling me That it's depression Yeah it's my obsession Never learn my lesson Cause I'm living everyday like it's doomsday Like it's doomsday
