Blog 11/10/2013

Don't ask me what kind of a person I am. There honestly isn't a 'kind' that defines me well enough. And sometimes, I don't even know how I really am. Every day I keep on finding out about myself, so I'm not lying when I say that I don't know. I just don't. If I really were to pick out an adjective for my life, I'd say confusing.

Am I a secretive person? Well no, and yes. I'm open about all my marks, good or bad, open about my problems, my background, my past, my life... I don't hesitate to reveal them to my friends. I certainly don't. Ask me something, since I swear by honesty, I'll answer you honestly. The worst case would be me playing with grammar and words. If you do befriend me and I happen to somewhat trust you, I'm going to blabber about every detail about my life. But I do have a certain secretive side too, I don't really open up about my deepest obsessions. I'm sure no one knows who my obsession is right now, and I'm also very sure that nobody knows of my deeper feelings and thoughts towards anyone. I seriously do treat everyone the same, usually, with that emotionless stone face of mine. With some exceptions.

Am I a caring person? You may be like, hell what? Cecilia, you're caring?!?!?!? And I'll still insist yes. I really do care about everyone I know of. I spend most of the time worrying about others, not because I'm nosy, but because I believe that everyone needs help on certain things and I MIGHT be able to offer help. Even though you might ask, where were you that time when I was crying over (a certain quiz)? Well, I'm not a good consoler (?!) and sometimes I do make people cry more, so I run away worrying. And I'm not attentive to needs, since I'm a very self-centered person and can't consider your needs before mine, unless you're one of those rare exceptions.

Anyways, that is my opinion of myself on those two aspects. They don't sum up who I am, but it is part of who I am. Again, I really don't know who I am.