I can't really tell you who I am.
Probably because I have no idea myself. I don't have countless talents; but then again most people don't. Most people have one single talent, one thing they are untimely good at. I guess you couldn't call me most people then, because I'm not most people. I'm me. Plain and simple me. I am not saying I am absolutely hopeless. I am just good at some things. But it's just that I'm not as the people who have them as their natural talents. I am torn between figuring out who I am, who I should be and who I aspire to be. I'm just a girl. Simple and unlike most people, full of thoughts yet unsure of how to express them.
There are so many thoughts that are in my mind. Some race through before I can begin to comprehend, some trickle through and become stuck. Sometimes I think about one thing at a time but that is rarely, more often than not there is more thoughts in my mind than there are grains of sand. You may read this and spend hours trying to understand how I jump from thought to thought, but I beg of you. Do not try to understand me. I can't understand me. My morals and values and beliefs change with my mood, I contradict myself, on the daily. I want to be happy yet can't stop doing things that make me sad. I want to be noticed yet I act like I don't care. I feel deeper than the darkest of oceans, secrets harboured underneath in the frozen depths. People try to get to know me, they try to force me open. Don't they realise? I am doing them a favour. I am saving them from knowing the darkest thoughts, the thoughts that will shatter their souls. It's better this way. It's better that people think I don't like them than for me to open up. I won't open. I am sealed shut and darling I will not open.
I don't know what I hope to gain from this. I mean writing this all down. It's meant to all help you right?