As I walk down the aisle of reading and writing, my Carrie-way-of-seeing-things makes me wanna become a writer like I'm part of Sex and the city.
But This is not New York, and this is not all fabulous as Samantha used to say, but I probably will tend to look at things like they are.
But who am I?
Pessimistic or optimistic?
What will you say? I think it depends on the way you see things, sometimes you really wanna just see flowers and birds singing outside your window, but sometimes it's all dark and moody.
I am made this way. I am like the weather.
You never really know.
and you?

Rebecca