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Who am I? Or, to start it, who am I supposed to be? I should be professional designer, adult, 22 years old, responsible and kind. Instead of it, what really am I? A dreamer, a 5 year old child, expecting everything from life, enjoying music more than anything, watching Disney movies whenever I want to, making my life a reall mess and not being responsible at all. A mad person. Alice would be proud of me. And, matter of fact, I can be her reencarnation, as well, as I live searching for another world and I’m not satisfied with my own living ever. Besides, I have the most amazing and handsome boyfriend in the world, the kindest family you could ever wish and the dearest friends ever, wherever they are from. I can’t show them my own feelings as I am a bit out of this world, but I think they know that’s how I feel. And that’s it. I doubt that if I were exactly what I am supposed to be my life would be as wonderful as it is and is becoming. And I don’t won’t it change, not even a bit.
