i dont know where to start, my parents consider me an indigo , i belive i am to, but i cant walk my path alone, ive tried going in a school where i was lets just say bullied ,and even trough i can remember that place clearly , my mom noticed how the my indigo sings faded, i later changed school ,and the sings came back as i began to trive,but it still wassent enough ,no ,i needed to talk to ,to meet someone of my own kind,my mother have always been the closets i got (i dont know if she have a spark of indigo too) ,but the members of the human race ive meet this far dont seem to understand, i respect that other girls and boys on my age (im 13) like things like music and make up, but it dispoint me that the furhtest they have ever seen to think abuet in life,is how they are going to be popular
and beg to get in contacts with other indigos ,so i know if my "messed up senses" are the voice of my my kind