People do not notice the good sides of my person.

I am not a typically perfectly good person. But I try hard to be one. Misunderstood most of the time, because of my mood swings, my childishness. This is me. If they love me, then they would love me for who I am, what I am and the way I am.

That is why I feel pressured - pressured to satisfy them! What they don't know is that it is so traumatizing and tiring. That is all I really want: acceptance. To be loved... to be understood...

I am proud of my many achievements. I am proud of my talents and skills. But it is not enough. All I know is that I need to become is a lot bigger in my own name, my own will.

I know what is right, and I know what I think is right. I know what is wrong, and I know what I think is wrong.

They say, I am self-centered. Yes! I am! But that is the only escape that I have so that I could accept myself. I feel like a prisoner who has to listen to all of their crap. I don't hate the world. It's just too complicated!

Yes, I am a sensitive person. I admit that I am also insensitive. But that's just me... That's what makes me, me.