Publié depuis Eklablog

you see me but you don’t know me. You don’t know where I’ve been or what I’ve done. Am I quiet? Loud? Introverted or extroverted ? Why do I have to be put in a box? Why can’t I be whatever I want to be? The way you remember me is totally different than how someone else view me. We are all a big walking contradiction to ourselves, so let’s not make a big deal about it…