Would you believe me if i told you I'm not a people person?
My guess is that for most of you, that answer is probably "no!". But as far as introversion goes, you can't get much more extreme than me. I hate parties. I'm hardly expressive. I'm notably quiet, and all around... about as antisocial as is humanly possible ;)
"Why" you might ask?
Am I shy? Afraid? Concerned about what others might think of me?
Not at all.
I simply always spent more time out of this world than in.
People have called me "different" all my life. I don't think like most. I know I don't. I'm weird, maybe crazy, even mysterious. And I've been loved, hated, ignored, embrace, and side-eyed all at the same time because of it. I don't even understand me. I think there are a lot of boys and girls out there who can relate to that. We're accustomed to feeling rejected, unworthy, jealous, misunderstood, broken... but we can't help it.
No matter how many losses, how many failures, how many shed tears into that pillow, we can't help it.
Can't help but dream.
This dreamer named Jolina :) who thought that she is an Alpha woman.
