I was born into a family with very strict parents, a very curious mind and a weak body. I get sick easily, and my mental health isn't that good either. I'm antisocial, difficult, hard to understand, psychotic, egoistic, a maniac and many other flaws you can list out for me. I don't write quite well too. I don't use fantastic bombastic words or beautiful wonderful metaphors and hyperbolas. I write about sadness, depression, heartbreak and all other inconvenient feelings one could feel. I'm not that pretty too. I don't have fair skin tone, my face ain't that pretty and flawed, I'm not your definition of pretty at all.
I'm too outspoken, too firm, too boring for your liking. I listen to weird dark twisted songs that might be too heavy for your liking. My mood swings can range from being super happy because I get to eat my favourite ice cream to crying over the lost of my socks. My (ex)-boyfriend(s) are either dead or leave me for someone more calm, more beautiful, more feminish. I'm harsh, I'm rude, I curse a lot. They say I'm difficult.
I studied religion but I don't appear religious at all. I'm clingy, extremely loyal that when my loved ones leave me, I couldn't help but cry and hurt myself over and over again till I feel numb. I get tired easily but it's hard for me to fall asleep at night. I don't know how to wear an eyeliner at all. I push people away, even when in reality I really wanted to be with them, ended up with me writing sappy stories about them. Even my best friend(s) leave me for someone new. I procrastinate, I don't study that well.
But I'm my biggest commitment, and it's either take it or leave it. Hell yeah gotta love myself after all.
