Weakness

I'm back from Prague and I thought about me today.
I tried to describe me in a few words and I didn't know what I should write.

I just wanted to post which crazy and poor thoughts I had. I really ask myself what has been the matter with me. I don't know. A moment of weakness, I think.

[insert interesting facts about your life, career and writing ambitions]

Interesting facts about my life?

Well, I'll turn 16 this summer. 

The age where all see teen problems - lovesickness, make-up, fashoin, blablabla - and they laugh because we're in their eyes silly, silly, silly. I know, it doesn't belong to here, I myself just think so, too, and I hate the idea that all the world see me as uncontrollable, mutated, as a fury.

So, let me say: I don't care very much about fashion and make-up. But also I'm not this girl who just ignore how their appearance is. 

And yes, I'm in love, who is not? 

I love my live, I love it so much, I care about books, about my blogs, I love stalking news about Harry Potter and I'm so frustrated that I can't find books which are interesting, that I always hang out in front of my laptop and JUST CAN'T OPEN THAT FUCKING DOCUMENT AND TYPEWRITE!!!

I re-read it. It's very true.