Hello, pleased to have you here! I'm Vania Stephanie Hosen, currently twenty-three. I suck at self-introduction, and even worse on self-explaining. See? Now you get what I mean. And oh, I speak fluent sarcasm.
I'm in the middle of the crowd, but I hear nothing.
I pinch my cheek till my whole face distorted, but I ache nothing.
I tell jokes, I make fun of myself, when I actually mean nothing.
I smile, I shed some tears, yet I remember nothing.
If life is only spinning around, then my world surely revolves around too fast.
I'm getting used to all of the repetitions, till the point I dispreferred surprises.
No surprise. I feel secure.
People comes and goes.
They bring me happiness, leave me emptiness.
They come with surprises.
And I hate surprises.
So tell me again, where does this insecurity come from?
Heck. What a perplexed cause and effect analysis I have up there.