Sometimes ....

Sometimes ... looking at what some people like, I'm a little proud that they don't like me. They say that I'm Good. No ... I just try to make my family and friends (my people) happier. They assure me that I am Beautiful. Also no. I'm just pretty. With its raisins. It happens with prunes. Compliment that I'm Merry. And again, no. I was just used to putting on a “mask” and hiding what was boiling and hurting in my soul. They ask why it’s sad ... I’m not sad. I just can’t be constantly cheerful. You are so stubborn! No. I just defend my point of view and stubbornly go to my goals. What an Ideal you are ... Nope. You should not think so of me because it is self-deception and you yourself inspire it. Funny you, Ludmila )
No ... I just sometimes act like a child. Without adulthood, with a capricious shade. I like it so much ))) And you are Changeable ... You are mistaken ... This is my life that changes my character and mood. You're Upset ... No. I just get tired of life from time to time ... From the constant struggle for myself ... You silly little, Ludmila ) No. Just letting myself be sometimes naive. And what trusting ... No. Just pretending to believe people. Sweetheart ... Nope. I create an illusion for you, dear ))) Well, you and Strange ... And again, a hundred times not! I'm just not like you ))))