its just HER.

hello, i go by the name of Deborah. i’m seventeen going on eighteen. i think of myself as being a little child, but at times i get the feeling that i’m way older than many people out there. i derive pleasure from dance and chocolates. some days i feel as though im high on drugs, dancing and screaming at home, rocking to the beat of my favourite songs like you’ll never imagine. on other days i just want to sit, stone and stare, reflecting on every little detail of my life.

i believe feelings are meant to be felt, not kept. They are meant to be shown, not hidden deep down. it is amazing to be able to keep your emotions in check and never show them to the world. But what is even more amazing is being able to share them, to let known to man that you have lived through it to tell the tale. it is not something all of us can do, for we are different. i am a person who will never hide my feelings when possible. that would be like living a lie. i live every minute, i am alive. i take joy in expressing myself every second i breathe.

i have a fatal attraction to shiny objects, especially to things like accessories. i also can’t tear myself away from stuffed toys, especially winnie the pooh and scrump. i’m not desperate for attention, and I’m quite comfortable in my own skin. i don’t see a need to conform to society. i dress the way i deem fit, and I’ll play this game of life the way I want it. i live, i laugh, i love, i trip and take chances.