A few weeks ago, I started a blog with two of my best friends and as I was writing I realized I would also like to have my own private space where I could write about more personal things and things that interest me more. A place where I could pour out what I’m feeling on the rainy days and on the days full of sunshine. I don’t care that much who reads my blog, I’m just here to be me and to have an outlet for my feelings.
Who am I?
I’m a girl who doesn’t smile as often as I should but when I do, my smile is a real one. I can’t hide my feelings very well. If I’m sad, it’s obvious. If I’m happy, it’s even more obvious.
I love life at all times and hate it only sometimes.
Art is the way I live, the way I think, the way I talk.
I take pictures when I feel like it and hide my camera in a corner under a blanket when I don’t even want to think about taking a picture.
I just finished a 365 photo project which I’m not extremely proud of because I know I could have done better but I finished.
I left the one person I’ve ever loved a month ago. The one person who never failed to make me laugh and blush every single time I talked to him.
Life goes on. Well at least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
I dream of being classy but most of my friends would call my style crazy.
I read books more than anyone else I know. Mostly classics, my favorite authors being Leo Tolstoy and Jane Austen.
Well, that’s a very incomplete summary of me but it’s the best I can do at the moment.