Lately I write with difficulty on the blog, but not because they have something to scrivere.ANZI.Ma here as well as in life I'm afraid of wearing a mask. Each post is always true, real, immediato.Ma there is something wrong. Inconsistency. Words often pungent, deep thoughts, difficult, convoluted, to Sometimes sad and incomprehensible. All this in a blog from the green background with a ladybug and a picture of me smiling. A picture of me smiling and happy outside but inside very restless. Contrast, inconsistency, a contradiction. Yes today I feel like a contradiction: the dictionary
Sabatini Coletti says, "the principle of non contraddizone in Aristotle's thought: that the same thing can not belong and not belong to the same institution at the same time (eg, you can not simultaneously walk and stand still). "
C ome then I never feel I walk and stand still at the same time? the truth these days is that I nonsoancorachicavolosono is fraying. And this I do not know who leads me to want to force to identify with something, someone. And so in the years I became a girl with blond hair, thin, shy and insecure girl. I wore the classic steps of the good girl. The girl next door. The girl well and good manners. But she too silent too often silent to please others, not to disappoint. My unconscious habit of wanting to appear perfect in the eyes of others. This is my obsession with controlling the thoughts of all those who make sure those are positive towards me. My mania to move forward in the same same straight direction as not to disappoint others and the illusion of being "normal" girl like many others.
I wonder: is it possible to change 23 years?
I just want to be able to become myself. That true.
