It's not about alter-ego of me. Like other people, I also have many sides bundled in my personality. On one side I can be really sweet, caring, full of smile. Another time I can be very tough, stubborn, and very hard to people.
Many times I said to a friend, "Don't get me wrong. I am not a sweetheart as you might think, it's just the matter of time before you see the other side of me." . Actually I forget whether I really said it or only saved those words for myself.
And time flew, it showed the truth. Not only the sweetness, but it also showed all the bitter, the anger, the frustration, the wonder. The real me. Then the same friend wondering, "Why do you change a lot?" "I don't change," I reply, "That's all the truth about me."
I am only human, far from a perfect figure. I always see myself as a silly girl, trying to develop herself to be a mature woman. I can love, but I also can hate. I can be a good friend, but I can also be sarcastic when I really don't like something. I am trying to use my brain, but a lot of times I use my feeling more than my logic. I am the mixed of laugh and tear, joy and bitter, strength and weakness.
I am what I am, though it might not as good as ones expect. I am just a silly girl trying to be better time to time. And if it's still not good enough, well, it just doesn't matter.
Many times I said to a friend, "Don't get me wrong. I am not a sweetheart as you might think, it's just the matter of time before you see the other side of me." . Actually I forget whether I really said it or only saved those words for myself.
And time flew, it showed the truth. Not only the sweetness, but it also showed all the bitter, the anger, the frustration, the wonder. The real me. Then the same friend wondering, "Why do you change a lot?" "I don't change," I reply, "That's all the truth about me."
I am only human, far from a perfect figure. I always see myself as a silly girl, trying to develop herself to be a mature woman. I can love, but I also can hate. I can be a good friend, but I can also be sarcastic when I really don't like something. I am trying to use my brain, but a lot of times I use my feeling more than my logic. I am the mixed of laugh and tear, joy and bitter, strength and weakness.
I am what I am, though it might not as good as ones expect. I am just a silly girl trying to be better time to time. And if it's still not good enough, well, it just doesn't matter.
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