Oh, this one is difficult. I’m not even sure if it’s possible. Inside, it feels like i’m still shaping myself. I’m still rough on the edges, unsure and unaware what exactly it is that i could call ‘me’.
i suppose my personality is difficult. i try to be kind to others and sometimes it comes with such ease i cannot help but to wonder why i can’t be kind to myself. i except a lot from myself and whatever i do, it’s never good enough. it’s not that i want to be perfect, but i know i can be better. and sometimes when i fail to do so, i am horrible to myself. nonetheless, i’m a hopeful dreamer. i believe that everything is going to be alright eventually, everything will fall into its place and all the dark moments of my life were important, necessary even, for me to be happy in the end. i think my soul has a dark green colour, like the trees when you venture deep into the woods. i overthink everything and i always find something to be nervous/worried/scared about. i laugh a lot and i try to smile to strangers even though it’s terrifying. i easly get excited and scared, i stopped watching horror movies in middle school as i had horrifying nightmares and saw things in the dark thanks to my imagination. i bite my nails and i don’t even care if someone sees me doing it. i care about other people’s opinions too much. i cry everyday but often for lovely reasons. i like to make strange noises when i’m alone (or not). i’m addicted to coca-cola and i hate it. i feel the need to help others even when they don’t seem to want it. i don’t like my body but i try to change it. i love life and i’m scared of death. i think everything happens for a reason and there is no such thing as a coincidence. i get easly distracted and forget what i was going to do/say. i also talk/write far too much (so sorry about that). oh and i say ‘sorry’ a lot. i think i’m going to end it here because i cannot seem to be able to stop writting, sorry.