Indeed “hello, world!”. This is the perfect beginning of a great blogging experience. I hope.

Like everybody, I did have a journal. I’m a girlie girl kind of girl therefor it’s only naturat to have a “best friend” whom to confide, right? That was my journal. Pink, of course. Now, I don’t even know what to write, I mean how to start. A good friend of mine told me an interesting thing today. People are not interested in people who live perfect lifes but in people who have it difficult, hard, who have to fight for whatever it is they want, therefor appreciate it. What kind of blogs do you like? The perfect ones about great parties, perfect boyfriend/husbands, happy families ar the ones that make you feel somewhat more human when relizing you are not that different, not that weird compared to “everybody else”?

I don’t believe in perfection. I am an artist to be, still teenage dirbag in the process of growing up. I wanna create. I love colors, even though I apreciate the power of black.

I paint.

I design clothing. I live for fashion. I’d like to shop for a living someday, now I browse the flea markets for myself and for my own sincere expression of my soul.

I admire Kate Moss, although I don’t do drugs.

I think. I read. I’m unlike most american girls who find role models in drama-queens like Paris Hilton&Co, who’s rolemodel is Barbie. I have thoughts of my own. About this world, about human beings, about myself. Other thoughts rather than who should I fuck next in order to get my sex tape on the internet.

I pray. I have faith.

I wanna live my life, which I think to be a fast race with myself being the pilot and in the end winning the wars with my body. What do we seek? What do we live for? Why do we feel the constant need to express ourselvs?

Freedom. Freedom of mind is what I wish to everybody.