Cormellori

So I've completed my Sherlock and John Holmesboy wall-painting (design courtesy of Tom Trager). I've gotten a lot of comments from friends and family, either fangirling, or applauding the effort (which caused me to be in lockdown for a week of summer. Damn you Moffat, you summer ruiner! ;3) Anyways, by far, my favourite conversation was the brief one between my Dad an I, that went like this: Dad: Sherlock sucks. Me: Much to John's delight. Dad: *Awkward stare* Me: Johnlock, Dad. It's time for you to leave my room. It was particularly funny, considering our previous wall-related conversation was my dad commenting on how Batman and Robin

So I've decided to shed the youthful, girly, persona of myself in the form of re-painting my room. Untouched, my walls would have remained a pale purple, lined with a white picket fence, flowers, ladybugs, and butterflies. Though I appreciate my mom going through all the trouble of doing it, I'm sixteen now, and it hardly reflects who I am as a person. Sometimes I /wish/ I could go back and tell people "Hey, yeah, I'm all butterflies and sunshine and the epitome of home", but realistically I'm not that. I'm a creative fangirl who gets too worked up about things, only to give up and flop down before reaching the next sugar high. Not innocent

One must be careful with how they carry themselves. I find it hard to tiptoe around my obvious nature. To want to say what's on my mind, only to over-analyze it and stop, or worse, say it and be reprimanded for it. Oh dear, it's troublesome. Where's the line between too nice and too harsh? Being either one end or the other, and with some people, how are you even sure what to feel. How to act. Who to be. It's not like you're not being yourself, just a dialed down version of yourself. It's more about expressing an opinion, and letting people know you're not an open book. But you could be, if they cared enough to try and read you. N