Discussion came naturally to me. I grew up in a family where they discussed everything, I were afraid they hated each other but soon I learned that people can discuss things without getting angry at each other. From the day I understood what people talked about I’ve learned that you need to stand for your own opinions.
When I grew up I was the black sheep in the family or I felt like it. That’s why I am used to discuss for what I feel and think because no one will ever read my thoughts, not even my sister.
Maybe that’s why I write so much about my opinions, I’ve always been the quiet and un rebellious child. Maybe this is my way rebellious time. That I’m going to make people hear me without caring what the others think. No I don’t care what my family think because I know they will love me even though I do as they say or going my own way. Who says you should be like your parents when you’re your own person.