Who am i really? i am an average faced looking girl. i don't think i'm
pretty, but i don't think i'm that ugly either. sometimes, i fear looking into myself in the mirror. because of my not-so-pleasant
complexion. but i try to think, that God's creation are all beautiful
in their own ways. beauty is subjective. and flaws are beautiful.
some people are scared of me, because of the fierce look that i have. its not that i am fierce, its just that i am born this way. i can't change the way i look. i can't reshape my eyebrows to look more curved, or have a more pleasant smile. i cant constantly smile at people too, because they would think i'm retarded.
i am actually very sensitive and fragile. a softy, that is what the people around me would say. my personality differs from different stages of people in my life. the more you are close to me, the more i will open up to you.
i have such low self esteem. i regularly fear about how other people thinks about me, whether they hate me or love me. i try to tell my self, to stop caring about what others think, but my sensitive personality won't allow it. other people's impression is important to me, no matter what.
i am actually very sensitive and fragile. a softy, that is what the people around me would say. my personality differs from different stages of people in my life. the more you are close to me, the more i will open up to you.
i have such low self esteem. i regularly fear about how other people thinks about me, whether they hate me or love me. i try to tell my self, to stop caring about what others think, but my sensitive personality won't allow it. other people's impression is important to me, no matter what.
i am shy most of the time in a huge crowd, but i get loud and crazy with my close friends. i sometimes just say things that i like, which is a bad thing. i am sarcastic, and competitive at times.
i yearn for people's attention and their love. when people appreciate me, i will return their appreciation ten times even more. people may not notice this about me, but when i love someone, i love them with all my fragile heart can consume. and when people forget about me, it hurts me entirely. so bad, that i might not recover.
every so often i am narcissistic, and i am repressed when it comes to letting people in my life.
i fear of rejection, and disappointments. i quite often restrain myself from saying anything too much any more or give honest opinions, because of people's response. it seems like there is no freedom of speech any more because we are constantly criticized by our free minded opinion.
i am clumsy, and lazy. i am not a perfectionist, but when i am interested in something so much, perfectionist is not even the word to describe.
i love writing poetry, reading novels, and watching indie movies. anything that screams creativity pretty much describes me and makes me feel excited.
i despise anything too complex and logical. mathematics? don't even get me started.
i love imagining things that will never happen. day dreaming should be my second job.
i occasionally worry about my future, and i invariably think about all the unnecessary events in life.
i worry about all the little things, and care less about the bigger problems.
its raining right now. the peaceful sound of rain drops, falling onto rooftops, dripping into their respective puddles. the rain represents how i am feeling ; sad, content, relaxed and confused. but overall, bitterly happy.