Somewhere inside me still lives a little girl. She is childish, immature, innocent & shy. Sometimes she overtakes me & then I become a different person. I’m a grown up individual, understand my responsibilities, am kind of extrovert, enjoy my independence & want to live life on my own terms. I don’t like anybody’s interference but still at times I need emotional support. I become sad & get into my shell. I don’t feel like talking to anybody. I feel like crying. This is one way that little girl shows her presence inside me. At other times I become very stubborn. Nobody can deter me from what I want. People think I’m mad but I never care about what others say. There’re very few people who are important for that little girl. She listens to only these people. I sometimes wonder how I can get rid of her. But then is she actually different from me? Does she have a different identity? The truth is that no we’re not two identities but two faces of same individual who like everybody else has different shades of personality. That’s what I’m.
