How I See Myself 3 Pages 663 Words

I need to keep myself aside. No matter how special, extraordinary and distinctive, I think who I am and who I am is really a reflection of many other things. Pieces of various jigsaw puzzles are gathered and a new picture is formed. The important part of their absence will be myself, not mine.

I say that I always differ. There was no expectation of the first impression. My friend said that I thought I was an otaku before she knew me. Some people were surprised to learn that I was listening to rock music while studying. Other people do not know that there is a loose screw in my head until I laugh at my joke and I realize I have the ability to imagine the world. In addition to the eyes, I have many more things, and I do not want to be surprised at once. I absorbed the same thing from the various people who influenced my life. I am composed of different layers. Each layer is not a mask, it is my unique and authentic part; myriad characteristics are integrated into personality

Perhaps the most important element of my whole personality is my growth experience. My parents effectively injected virtues into my former heart and now I have established a very stable moral foundation for myself. This may result in censorship "exemption" because the implicit or explicit concept such as being exposed to violence will open my mind and never pollute my moral value . I began to realize the many reality unacceptable in the world, but I confirmed the correct right from the mistake. My principle is solid, so I rarely follow this trend, but I am alienated, but I play different beats with the same harmony.

My mother influenced me and she called it "a woman of the Renaissance" - it has diversified diversity in every field, but excellent performance with diverse abilities. Strikes are very important

Today, I still fight if I have to explain myself in three words. I know that I am not limited to 3 words, 4 words, or 250 words. But when you put together these ideas ... this has influenced me. My palm started sweating soon. I blushed, looked up and shrugged my shoulders to find the words of the ceiling. Telling about myself makes me sick. I observe others and listen, I like to absorb their experiences. But at the end of the day ... how about me? What do I like? What moved me? How can I really see myself? Why am I so cautious and uncertain?

Recently, I am getting less connected with myself. I will not see anyone right now, but it is a good thing to leave a certain distance between the label I feel very consciously with. Instead, I think that I am gladly exploring what the world is supposed to be offering, somewhere in between and I am open to everything I send.

For myself, I wanted to improve my sentences and learn to express myself better, so I started writing about 3 pages, 750 words in the morning. Now I am at page 39 in the morning. I felt so lazy yesterday, I did not want to write anything. But I know that I must do this. I am rolling! So I wrote 150 words (yes, serious) about how I can not afflict, and the other 600 words eventually resulted in writing this article.

At first, this is sick. I can not sit on the bed. I say I will write when I feel better. But I do not have that. I feel better all the time, I still can not return to the page. There is nothing in my body. Usually, I take these things directly and regain myself. Anything is fine for you. I know very well that I do not give up. I did not give up writing. Okay, part of me is very clear. There are other stories in other parts, but this is another story. I am confused - in my quest to become a teacher writer, I worked on my own set of tracks. Results and fighting in reality cold and strong light