who am I? a collection of experiences, ideas, and thoughts or my mother's daughter? a number in the line at the deli or a person who feels, hurts, loves... To some I seem timid, quaint, collective. I am the person who reads at a party, who sits and observes. To others I am ditzy, clumsy, hyper, determined (which can be mistaken for stubburness). To them I am the happiest girl with a perfect family, so its all in your perspective. Life is never just black and white.there's always another side to the story.
