Impressions

In my 18 years of being alive, I've had the previlege of meeting quite a lot of people. A few of which are still close to me. But if you asked them to describe me, or who I am, they'd all have different stories to tell. I don't want to generalise this, because it may not apply to everyone, but I try really hard to be accepted by people by trying to be someone I'm not. But while I'm trying to be all cool and happy (which doesn't really work out..ever) I guess I just ignore who I am.

To be honest, I don't even know who I am anymore, or where I want to go, or who I want to be. Sometimes I don't even want to exist. Everything and everyone in life just seems to show me the limits and boundaries I'll never be able to cross. Like I don't understand why I can't make a time machine, or travel the whole world, or touch my nose with my elbow.

So I just end up feeling trapped.. like I'm in a box that just keeps getting smaller and smaller. I don't know what the point of this post was. Actually I don't know what the point of this whole blog is. I guess I started this blog so I could just be myself, but even here I don't think I am. I actually don't own a pink dress at all.