It is immensely hard to put myself on paper, because I am a human being after all, not a story or a poem. I’m a walking contradiction. A realist and an idealist, a pessimist and an optimist. I wear a mask 97% of the time. No one knows everything about me. I have huge ambitions, but I have no idea how to fulfil them. I am a lover but not a fighter. I get taken advantage of because I don’t like hurting people or making them feel the slightest bit down. I bottle everything up. I am incredibly sensitive and have a huge heart. My friends and family will never know how much they mean to me. I have huge issues with myself, and I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable. I am extremely open minded and have it in me to accept, defend and love anyone. I can’t stand stereotypes but am ashamed to say I do judge people - everyone does. ‘Never judge a book by it’s cover’ may just be the biggest mistake anyone ever said. It is physically impossible not to. Just sayin’.
I post pretty things, happy things, funny things, things that give a small insight into my being.
