Hi. My name is Elizabeth Casey. Around here people just call me Beth. I'm 13. I love cats, music, and reading.
The thing that is most important to me is my faith in God. He is always with me and even talks to me and sends angels to make me feel better when I'm sick or when I'm having a bad day.
I love Madeleine L'Engle. I wish I could travel in time like some of the characters in her books. I also like Phyllis Whitney. She wrote a book called "Nobody Likes Trina" which I read once. I could really identify with Trina sometimes.
I also love cats. I have a black one. She is very sweet. I'd like to breed cats someday. I'm trying to learn about cat breeding right now.
I have written a poem that I thought I would put here. I get lonely a lot, so I like to write. Here is my poem.
There are some times it seems That we can only dream, But dreaming is the best thing we can do. Right now we may have friends Who can fill our spaces in, But this is what it all will come down to. When all our friends are gone,Our dreams will still go on, But dreams are something that will always stay. So hold on to precious dreams Though at times it may well seemThat dreams you hold are very far away.
Beth has been around for a long time. I can remember creating her. I was nine years old... That was 20 years ago. That was the year I read Nobody Likes Trina and a couple of other short stories with main characters who were victims of teasing by peers. In one of those stories, the main character's name was Beth and she found solace in cats. I got a kitten in September of that year, and on the day I brought her home Beth's existence became "permanent". It frightens me to think that I was so troubled at the age of nine.
Beth is still here, although I can feel her wanting me to accept her as a part of myself and to help her (and thus help myself) deal with her emotions. Beth is extremely timid and vulnerable, and I am afraid of those things. I am afraid that if I allow myself to be these things I am setting myself up to be hurt again.
I am still here. I guess I have lots of things to think about and figure out. I've tried "growing up." I am 18 now. It worked for a little while, but I feel like a little girl today. I feel like a little girl with no real family. The people who are supposed to be my family don't understand me, and they all have their own lives that I am not part of. The others inside and our animals are the only real family I have that can never go away.