I was wearing no name shirt ,vintage(for real) earring, Miss Miss jeans, Terranova purse.
I remember that when I was just a child I was dying to copy my mother, I remember that I was wearing her clothes, her makeups, I even act like her...It's was so much fun, but now, I'm her!I'm a full grown up woman, I don't have to pretend that, only to admit it. I don't have to copy someone else...I just have to be like everybody else! Now I'm talking like a spoiled child, that once he has what he wishes for,he doesn't want it any more. Looking back, I'm not quite sure if growing up is the best thing that could happen. I'm jealous of those people that can still act like children, I wish I could still believe that if I'd hit , and my mom would kiss the wound , the pain will disappear, I wish I could just let thing go, to forgive and forget easier...Now when I act silly ,people are staring at me, like I'm killing someone , I really don't wanna be how the society wants me to be! I refuse to be an adult, I refuse to grow up (even if nature refused that, when left me at 1.60 inches :))) I refuse to be how the society wants me to be .. I still want to do the sand rolls :)
As always thank you Klaudia !
Motto-ul de azi :“Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.”