I always try to be myself, even though on cloudy days I wake up tired of being me. Sometimes I’m so selfish that I don’t think I deserve anyone and I’m so proud that I don’t think anyone deserves me. Change of colors, change of tastes, change of loves. I am authoritarian, impulsive, a bit feminist and a real disaster in the kitchen. Asking me to make the bed is ruining my day, I think domestic life is for cats. And I hate cats, I prefer dogs. I am unpredictable, but I hate change. I’m a crybaby, but I hate frailty. I never expected Prince Charming and at no point did I want to be the likeable character in a story.