For a 19 year old I would say that my life has been interesting--but not interesting enough, I am aware of lacking social skills and social wit to sometimes survive in this forsaken world.
Sometimes I like to imagine I am the product of everyone's imagination, a repressed bittersweet memory, or simply an unclear dream. Of course, after letting my best friend know that, she became sort of frightened and looked at me for 5 minutes thinking I finally went mad. Poor child.
No I do not suffer from emotional problems, though I am a big softy, I do not crave for attention in any way, and yes I am afraid of letting my thoughts out. Somehow writing seems to help a little, but it still intimidates me.
For a 19 year old, I feel that time escapes from me rapidly, like sand between fingers, no matter how strongly I grip my hand, the sand will manage to slip out so gracefully. The idea of turning 20 makes me shiver, I don't feel ready, I feel held back.
Father thinks so as well, but I believe that is another issue.
Mother believes in me, and encourages me to become strong and humble at the same time. She is always right--except when she spoils my sister, again other issue.
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