In many ways I feel I’ve been ashamed of who I really am. That I’ve been in hiding all my life. Trying to adapt to a certain lifestyle. I never felt like I fitted in Norway, with all its rules. Where you should act in a specific way, be with those kinds of people. Get a good education that will give you a good job. Start a family etc. I am what you can call a «white girl» appearance wise, even though I hate that definition. But I always felt different on the inside. I love to dance, talk to new people, and I show my emotions. I’m not fake. If I’m upset you’ll see that I am, and when I’m happy I’ll be happy. My therapist said «Fake it till you make it» That was regarding my depression, but I don’t feel like faking it anymore. A lot of people who are involved in my life somehow, don’t know me. And now I feel I have a chance to explain myself. I’ve never understood this blogging, but I thought I would give it a go. It feels strange writing into this void, this void we feel as human beings.