I love early mornings when it feels like the rest of the world still fast asleep and you’re the only one who’s awake and everything feels like it isn’t really real and you kind of forget about all your problems because for now it’s just you, the world, and sunrise.
Friday, 3 March 2017
Wednesday, 1 March 2017
There is a demon living in my head, the one I called destroyer. She tells me story late at night, that are messing with my brain. When I stand before a mirror, she laughs at what I wear, the freckles sprinkled on my face, the way I smile. Do others fight with these destroyers too? The kind that make you doubt yourself, comparing you to the others, and whisper to your ear “they’re not gonna like it”. The one that tells you what to do. They live because I let it be, sitting and talking through my head. But the truth, they are not even strong enough to fight me back, when I say “shut up”.
Thursday, 2 February 2017
The one called extrovert: loud and full of story. You can hear their words from hour to hour. Talking about their personal life, things they hate and love, boys, girls, all things in their mind. Those people are loveable. I like them. I know when they are angry, happy or even when they are heart broken. Most of them have confidence to show their feeling, doesn't matter if it's against the rule.
And then there is other people. It is unlike the first, sealed and unpredictable. The introvert. They are interesting in their own way, like a book which you hardly decide whether you like them or not. Somehow, they hide their feeling, behind an unseen curtain. They might tell you stories but you know, they keep their personal life in them.
I don't care which one you are, most people are interesting.