Clementine M.

…I miss the old days so much.

As any other young human being I am wondering who I am in this place and time and how am I supposed to define myself, or if I even should. Makes me wonder, did the women years and years ago had it easier when they were just housewives and they knew what their job was when they were just kids. Were they happier cause they didn’t have to think about all that stuff that we think about now? Or maybe they were miserable not having the chance of freedom of being whatever they wanted to be?

I think I would have been miserable about that. Although, maybe some women liked it that way. 

So who am I? I am the person that always makes digressions while writing, and that way always gets of the subject. That one’s for sure.

I’m cranky in the morning before I drink my coffee, unless it’s some special occasion and something really great is happening that day. But of course, I’m cranky only for a little time (I’m lying about that, I just don’t want to admit that I don’t like mornings, ‘cause I always thought of myself as the morning person, but the truth is it takes me at least an hour to be normal. :D).
So now while I’m writing this, it has already been like 3 hours since I’m awake, I already drank my coffee and smoked like 3 cigarettes, so I’m good now. :)

I also like to think of myself as a happy person but the truth is that sometimes, I can get really depressive and all I think about is why, how, when. And then I get sad ‘cause I realise that I am not just a person living in the moment, I’m the person that’s constantly worrying and thinking about the future.

Sometimes I feel like I’m 10 years older than I actually am.

I love red and orange, and books, and getting stuck thinking about something and ignoring all the stupid stuff going on around me. And I love writing this and finally thinking about me. Finally me.