I am me. A girl. A girl you might know or might not. A girl you might relate to or might not. Average looks, medium height, medium built, short hairs, with lots of scars on my face that the teenage hormones left back, small hands, scars on my legs due to the bad habit of running about (People say girls are not supposed to do that once they grow up), small feet, nothing sexy: nothing remarkably noticeable or extraordinary or stunningly beautiful about my appearance.Rather dumb, I would say.. Except perhaps my eyes. People say I have beautiful eyes. I, though, honestly find it hard to believe. Oh, and I have a beautiful heart. I know this for sure.This might sound boastful, arrogant or over confident or whatever else you might think of. But I just know. And I am proud of it. Yes. Proud. Perhaps the only part of me I am in love with. I am quite average when it comes to studies as well. I am an introvert. Unsocial. I have the least number of Facebook friends. My posts and pictures get the least number of likes. You will rarely find me online in chat. Which is not something I boast of. But I am happy that way. I never feel the need to socialize. But I share a cordial relationship with all my mates. I don't know whether they mock me at my back. But it doesn't matter. Really. I have friends. Might be a handful. But they are great. And they adore me. Perhaps because I am always there when they need me. Some of them call me foolish or weak or meek or mockingly benevolent as I give in to their demands easily. As I rarely loose my temper. As I bear with them even when they hurt me. As I keep my mouth shut and just walk away when someone insults me. But that requires even more strength..Yes, I am strong. Very very strong. I believe in principles. Those that are scribbled on the pages of the moral science books. I had taken my lessons too seriously as a child, I guess.. I take time to open up. But if you earn my trust once, I will open all my windows and curtains for you. And I don't, or rather, can't trust easily.There are indeed a very few people I can actually talk to. I am sensitive. I get hurt easily. I cry a lot behind closed doors. But I am great when it comes to hiding emotions. I have fallen in love. I have lost in love. And have been utterly broken. But then I again, I have gathered myself and dared to fall in love once again..don't really know how,but it just happened.. that magic.Yes, it is pure magic. I am a miserable human being. I crave for love. But I am a coward. I have never been able to voice my love. Perhaps I never will. I dream. I believe in fairy tales. I believe in God. I believe in miracles. I love watching romantic movies. I cry while watching movies. Enough of this bullshit. For now. I am pretty boring. Random thoughts... I-I-I-I-I..never ending ' I 's.. probably self- centered. Yes. That is what you might call me. I am quite a confused bundle, you see..Quite defective in the real sense of the term. But I love myself. As I am. I am me.
