I am 24
years old, I am smart and I am stupid,
I love
masculine men but with a tender gaze, yes, I can’t help it,
I love to
tease people with strange conversational topics,
I find it
very sexy of women to put a bit of red lipstick when they are in a public
transport,
I hate you
to know me,
I hate the
way people critizise you when you’re not around,
I hate
critizising people when they’re not around,
I sometimes
desperately need someone to hug,
Sometimes I
desperately cling to my pillow,
I cry with
no reason,
I don’t
ever cry in front of you, but I secretly cry for you,
In the
bottom of my heart I am careless about everything that has nothing to do with
me,
I really
care about today’s problems
I don’t
really care for newspapers and television,
I watch
television,
I am
contradictory, I have fun with things I shouldn’t love, I love things I
wouldn’t normally do,
I am very
active, I procrastinate only with two things,
I love my
mother and my sister, even if they are opposite to my character,
I believe
myself superior to many people, I know I am not,
I like it
when I look myself in the mirror and smile, I like my tan body marks, I love
myself,
I don’t ask
anything if I truly give, I ask everything if I am not really sure,
I am VERY
impatient, I cannot even wait for my meal to heat up in the microwaves and make
that “CLING” sound,
I hate my
impatience, my lack of perseverance, my thighs and stupid self-help books,
among many other things,
I don’t
really hate anyone, I couldn’t hurt anyone on purpose, only maybe myself,
I am
peaceful and democratic, demagogic and I repeat to myself “I only know that I
do not know nothing”,
This is me,
a bit distorted by words, which are always in the verge of lie: simple,
complicated, unknown and enthusiastic me.
