This is my entry for the WHAT MAKES YOU, YOU? contest over at Truly. Madly. Deeply. .
I am deeply sorry for it being so late. Please forgive me?
[ look at what I created with my sharpies. ;) ]
My name; Mackenzie.
"Son of a wise ruler, born of fire."
One word. Three syllables. A person.
I know that your name isn't actually what makes you, you. It's just a name your parents picked for you when you were born. But to me, my name is part of who I am. The name itself says "born of fire", and I have red hair. So, yes, it feels like my name fits me pretty well and I really like that. :)
Who am I?
This is probably the hardest question you could ask me.
I am always trying to be someone else. Which is really stupid, I know. I don't exactly know why I do that. It could be because, all my life I've been trying to act normal. Having a need to feel what's normal.
Or it could be that I am obsessed with the idea of needing things to be perfect. I am a perfectionist. Which can be really annoying, because if something isn't perfect then it really bugs the living daylights out of me. O.o
It could also be because I have this fear of feeling stupid. I absolutely hate it.
There must be something that makes me myself, right? It could be my interests, or what I do on my free time. But, I'm going to try and answer the question here without giving you a list of things I like or like to do... So bear with me, okay?
I am the background.
I am the reader not the book.
I am the pencil not the paper.
I saw this on weheartit today and it explained me more than I could ever explain myself.
I am the observer.
I live for the people around me.
And you know what? I like that.
I don't want to be center stage, I want to be the backdrop.
I don't want to be the world, I want to be somebody's world.
So, basically I am still figuring out who I am. •-•
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Thanks for reading. <3
Again, I apologize for this being so late. #Shameonmysoul
I love you, Rosie. <3
