Hello, I'm @OrEndA and I always claim to be untalented when I'm actually one of the most talented people out there—
I'm also an amazing friend and always know how to make others feel better.
I've never actually come to terms with my worth, though. I always brush it off.
I give extensive gifts and heartfelt apologies. I'm incredibly perceptive to writing, and have a gift in the arts.
I have just the right shade of humor and my personality is kind, yet stern at the same time.
I never let anyone fully compliment me, for fear of... what? Something?
Hey, I'm @KatInATopHat, and I don't fit society's labels. I don't care whatever diagnosis I get—whatever it stands by, I'm me. The amazing me.
And that's what matters.
I'm a digital art wizard who never fails to amaze my friends, and there hasn't been a random comment I haven't made. Despite the tradition's urgings, I continue on. Because I'm driven by my humor.
But for some reason, I never see how valuable I am to my friends. I never fully see to what others see. I'm blinded by the insults I've received.
And I never accept compliments either... for... some mysterious reasons.
Hi, I'm @allysaurus.rex, and I am probably the most humble artist of the century.
I draw incredibly realistic eyes but never take full credit like I should—it's always just repetition or based off of something else.
My art is incredible, and I'm equally gifted on kindness and in academics. I'm the serene counterpart for my twin—yet, by some miracle of fate, equally kind.
But why must I constantly hide behind "no, it's not that good"? Why won't I come out and accept the fact that, yes, my art truly does inspire and strike awe in others? For that same unknown reason.
Hello, I am that unknown reason.
I'm found in everyone.
Am I good or bad? It's up to you.
I both keep order and cause dischord.
And the lack of me both keeps order and causes dischord.
So why am I here?
Use me properly.