Hey there everyone, I posted an article a few days ago, maybe you read it or maybe you didn't. That's ok. It was really just me letting it all out, you know? I was needing that.
I used to come here all the time, but I just don't know what happened... I lost most my interest, I guess. HOWEVER, a few days ago I discovered this incredible new feature, that's now available here: THE ARTICLES. I have no idea how long I'm going to keep up with this, but the truth is I love writing and if the feedback ends up being good I might start doing this has my new great hobbie.
Jumping into the introduction:

My name is Joana, a big great HELLO to you all, I am a 17 year old girl. It's hard for me to explain who I am because I am not really sure of who that is. I like to think of me as a good, responsible person, who cares a lot about her loved ones and who desperately wants to make something of herself. Still, I don't know if that is trully me or if that's the version of me I'd like to be.

ANYWAYS, here is something I wrote a week ago, about this exact topic:

Who am I? That’s a hard question since not even I know what the answer is for sure.

I guess I’m an ordinary girl, but at the same time I’m not, not at all. I have feelings like every other person, but I believe I feel differently. I look like all normal girls, I’m not refering to my looks though… when I say I’m like all the other girls out there I mean in a psychological way.

I worry about my skin. I love cute clothes and I enjoy shopping. I like when my hair looks good. I’m constantly thinking about my crush and I blush everytime he looks my way. I’m always trying to have good grades and I hate that boring, stupid teacher. I fight with my sibling and my parents all the time, but I love them more than anything…

… and I cry. Like every women out there I cry. I cry about nothing and I cry about everything. Sometimes I feel so tough… other times I feel like I’m the most fragil human being in the world.

Still, in spite of all this, I have no idea who I am. I don’t know what is my purpose, I don’t know if I have one. Because I am not that… I mean, I am all those things, but I’m not JUST that, I’m way more complex like every person is. We have this shell inside of us that hides part of us and I believe we can only get rid of that shell when we are ready. For what? I have no idea, but for something. For the truth maybe.

Still I like to think I’m different. I like to believe I think in a very peculiar way when compared to other people, but maybe I don’t. Maybe I’m just completely ordinary, maybe I’m in no way outside the box… maybe I’m in deep deep. Or maybe I’m not.

I’ll let you decide.

And I will. xx Joana