for about a score and eight years, i exist and continue to exist behind the following labels: shy and overly serious. excluding the very few who know me, people are wary to be near me. primarily because i have a resting face that’s forever frowning. people are hesitant about approaching me because i often look busy and seem to always have something consequential in her mind. [haha, if people just know the things that run through my little head].. it’s a look that shouts "you wouldn’t want to mess with her. so keep out and stay out!" yet unbeknown to these people, i’m as ordinary as they are. i’m someone who craves human interaction. i’m someone who wishes to have an xy for purposes of exploring both our individualities and the eccentricities of the world. i’m someone who thrives in both silly and intelligent conversations. i’m someone who like everyone else has her own dreams and hopes. someone who’s also looking for her place in the sun.
sadly, i’m also someone who accepted the labels without questions. someone who went and continues to go with the flow. in fact, i never dared attempt to change the opinions peole have of me. i allowed them to think that way - to the point that i even convinced myself that i am truly what people think of me. as i have these thoughts, there’s also that little voice in me who persistently shouts the need to put a stop to this. it tells me to act truly. to act for myself and not for others. it tells me to experience life as it should be experienced. well, i maybe mature in years, but i’m like a one-year old who knows nothing about most things.
