Deep down, I’m the kind of girl who gets mad easily, sad, and often looks at things in a complex way (which helps me be a very emotionally aware person, too). On the inside, my soul is rotting with pain. It is being torn apart from all the inconsiderate of the world. It’s them who have made me the most considerate person, a person that thinks of a situation from every which way. I don’t want anybody to have to suffer through the pain I have to deal with every day. Thus, I am polite, kind, and understanding to anybody’s perspective. I’m open-minded.
I’m an idealist, a perfectionist, a pacifist, a hypochondriac, a dreamer, a secret pessimist. I set expectations for myself that seem impossible to reach. Despite that fact, I continue to torture myself by trying to look perfect in others’ eyes while I’m slaughtering myself with the stress. I never give up, and it’s plainly because I can’t imagine what it would be like any other way. I don’t believe in fighting, although I believe I’m secretly holding in an astonishing strength. Whatever the situation may be, I will never resort to violence. I am a dreamer, a dreamer that will never be satisfied. For, I sit and dream all day, making an endless list of dreams that will never be accomplished with my short time on earth. Most surprisingly, even though I seem like an optimist, I’m the exact opposite. Dig deep, and you will find that I expect the worst outcome in all situations. There isn’t a day where I consider the positive, but always a day where the negative thoughts outweigh the good. Sim
ply put, I am me and nothing will ever change that. Don’t try to fix me, for that’s a problem to which only I hold the solution to. I hope to one day get around to fixing myself.
