Different

None of us is the same with the other... We are different creatures of the world and we feel and perceive the world in different ways.
It's not easy to give voice to thoughts, Neither to feelings. Especially to them.
Every single one of us has different opinions on life, on how it's supposed to be. None of us is powerful enough to give voice to what we want to be.
Feelings are special, they show what we are, and they are a part of us. Talking about our feelings or expressing them it's never been easy. I never talk about what I feel. Never... For me it's easier to keep my thoughts and my feelings to myself. It's easier because then I don't need to hear the opinions of others around me. But there is a time when even the most easiest thing becomes hard to deal with.
I don't talk about my feelings or my thoughts with people, because I am afraid they might understand them in a wrong way. I'm afraid they might judge me even more than they are doing it...
As a little girl I wanted to fit in society. Now... all I care about is be myself... but it's not easy after trying so hard to be someone else for so long...
I don't express my feelings in spoken words... I write them...it's easier and it's different...it's different because I am different... I am not a part of the society... I'm an outcast... the black sheep of the flock... Always was .... Always will be... a different person with a different personality... always against the system... Always against the flock...

Sunset

Acesta este un mic "tablou" ca sa zic asa, facut de mine in Artrage. Nu este cine stie ce, dar la momentul respectiv imi placea. In imaginea de mai sus veti gasi cateva elemente "ascunse" . Oare reusiti sa le gasiti?