I'm not like others. Although such as myself - millions. I plenty think, I often worry over nothing - because of uttered or unuttered words. I fall asleep closer to the morning. I think and I dream. I don't possess very high self-esteem and I often hear that i'm better than i think myself. I'm a simple person. And at the same time so intricate that at times it is difficult to understand me. I forgive people, but i never forget their going-on. I love being at home. I like to be alone sometimes. I like the silence. But only if it is not empty, and pacifying. I'm very romantic. I like sincere, kind words. I love walking, holding hands. I'm naive. I'm sincere. I'm rectilinear. I don't tolerate dishonorableness and lies. But often have to close eyes to it. I admit my mistakes, and I know how to apologize. I'm impulsive and excessively kindhearted where it is not necessary. That's me... I'm a dreamer. I'm too tremulously believe in love. And if I exist, there is someone like me. And I am waiting.
