About me:
Kind in soul, attentive to people and scattered to herself, suspicious and emotional, not indifferent and loved, categorical and self-critical of herself, shy and gloomy, smiling and dreamy, sunny and beautiful soul, reliable and capricious, naive and convincing, sentimental and violent , firm and vulnerable, free as the wind and at the same time chained in the chains of other people's convictions. With her kindness, she received a stake in her heart and found a large number of wounds. They deceived me, lied, betrayed, insulted me, walked away, mocked me, and I was tormented by doubts whether it was worth it, in general, to take it personally and live as everyone wants.I love nature, all its comfort and color, and the singing of birds, I love my family, although they often just cannot listen to me, I cannot understand why, because I miss it so much.I love to draw, but it turns out badly, I love to sing, louder than anyone, because I know that I can sing, and you can't compare anyone with my voice, and it's not even worth trying. Each voice is beautiful in its own peculiarity of sound. I love to dance, so that with all my heart, when it's fun, when it hurts and sad, when my heart hurts, when melancholy hurts. I like to watch others dance. I love writing poetry. Like no one else. Even if it may not be correct, albeit a lot. Does not matter. The main thing is to leave a mark so that someone can find them and be able to read them. And glorify to the whole world.
