I'm eighteen, and I live as if there was a fire burning inside me and it was raining at the same time. Sometimes I laugh so hard that people turn to look at me, and sometimes I can fall silent in the middle of a conversation because I suddenly thought about something too personal.

I love people... but not all of them and not always. I like those who have depth inside. With whom you can speak not only with words, but also with pauses. Who is not afraid to be strange, a little broken, real.

But what turns me off is when everything turns into a performance. When a person seems to be playing a role: “ideal”, “comfortable”, “just right”. I start to get bored almost immediately. It’s even worse when someone tries to read between the lines where nothing is hidden, or vice versa - hides the truth behind a thousand hints. It's tiring. Conversations that have no soul irritate me. Where peop