Me. I can’t describe myself in one word, not even this one. I am me, not really. I’m everyone before me and after me. I am everyone I’ve met and everyone I haven’t. I am my family and my friends. I am everyone. I know a lot of people say that they don’t care what other people think. These people are fools. They’re terrified of what they really show, what people can see in them. More than they are scared of what they see in the mirror.
I’m a junior at Balboa Academy, where everyone calls me Rovi. I’m an extroverted friendly person, that people like to tease, and I have to admit I take it really personal. I’m a chronic procrastinator, who firmly believes that Wikipedia, the internet, and her calculator are her best friends—but I can’t leave out the real ones, they’re pretty “emosewa” too, even if I say it so myself. I’m an idealist with strong convictions and a love of life. I’m not a party girl but I know how to have a good time. I like to spend time with my parents, and my friends are the closest thing to sisters I’ll ever have. This is who I am.
I love to draw and paint even thou I’m not the best; to me it connects me with my roots, my dad’s side of the family, who I don’t see very much but I’m proud to say they are my family.
I live in Panama, land of the fishes and the butterflies. This is actually very funny coincidence, since I love fairies. I know it’s childish but I don’t care. Some day I’m going to paint my room, like a view of my universe; fairies, forests, lots of colors, friendship, hope, peace, truth, and love. I might sound like a hippie, and a lot of people think I am one, but if I am, does it really matter?
Does it really matter what other people think of me? Like I said before it does. We don’t live isolated. We might have our own little bubbles, but someone bursts them every now and then. This is because we live in a society, with people that we have to bear whether we like them or not, so we have to adjust ourselves to this. This is exactly why I don’t go proclaiming my love for fairies or the fact that I think the war is the most pointless thing in the world to everyone. You, me, them, we are everyone.
I am myself. And if you don’t like it well what can I do. Since after all you’re like that too.