IS it odd I enjoy being my brother's shadow?

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I've alwas been my longer brother's shadow cause I'm an aspie he is an nt and ackwardly he is also taller by about a foot.
I'm his shadow cause I appeared when he is in the lights of others. I am winter cursed at and unwanted he is spring loved and giving nothing emo like that but I've alwas felt attached to shadows and winter hence my name.

Does anyone else feel like you're someone's shadow

Sometimes, but I can't explain it as well as you have.

Sometimes it's specific people.
Sometimes it's myself (shadow of myself, weird concept.).
Sometimes... it's everyone and everything.

Thanks there yea everyone always tells me I have a way with words in many ways.
Its from years of trying to tell the people around me how even in school I've always been alone
in fact I felt like I was drowning in the other people.

So I escaped to the realms of games and fantasy.

But again thanks and you seem nice if it isn't too creepy to say

I was my younger sister's shadow, and I liked it. I was not only her shadow, but also her "bodyguard"

When she passed away, it was like I was in the lights of others, and I felt overwhelmed and stressed.

Yes they do. Same with "beauty". I tend to base things like that on more than just visual, when it comes to people and other living creatures.
I, too, like to wear black and other dark colors/shades. I consider myself "goth" because of it, sometimes with a punk-ish spin. I love my spiky arm-band thing.

Ah, southern redneck town. Probably worst than a northern "hill town", but I see where you're coming from. I live in a "city" now though... honestly preffered the hill town. Really didn't care for the people, but the scenery and such was a lot nicer.

I believe it.
In the beginning year of middle school (this was actually before I lived in the hill town; it was another city) some crazy girl was out to get me the whole year. She was always tripping me (often times down stairs, not safe), and she was.... well... crazy. She kept attempting to cut my nose off with safety scissors. Crazy, crazy girl.

Oh, I know that now; but it was truly creepy at the time. I mean this girl was always up in my face and yelling at me; with the safety scissors going clickety-clack all the while. (also, these were the slightly more dangerous variety of safetys, they had some cut and point in them. Unlike my pair here at home, which I can barely get to cut paper.).

Knife baked into bread? Sounds like someone wasn't paying attention when they were baking. XD