I love people yet they frustrate me. the world amazes me, yet frightens me.
I want adventure, but am cowardly about stepping outside. I hope for the worst and wish for the best.
I love my art yet can't stand it.
I don't even know sometimes what is better... the world or my mind.
I have grown attached in this concept, and has developed my own settings for the character. It has gotten to the point where she is no longer Neith, and I wish people to treat it not as a Neith concept, but rather my own original character.