Er.. so, I absolutely have NO idea how I can actually describe myself. 😂 Funny, isn’t it?
Even after 15 years…
Right, here I am, staring at the screen blankly, and telling myself, ” Arghh WHY can’t you just come up with something?!” But to be honest, I just can’t.
Because there is just so much .
Alright I’m just going to start on with the basics. I have very dark and thick brown hair. Its not super straight or super curly. Its straight but curls at the ends. Sort of. I’ve never known how to describe it, and I think that suits it best. And even though I used to complain about how difficult it is to look after my hair, its one of my best features and I’ve grown to love it.
I love black. And glitter. My lucky number 3 and I love to read. Like, I love love love reading. Not just the usual thing, when a person who’s by far read two books says, she loveesss reading. No. I read at every chance I get. I’m hungry and mad on books.
And I relish it. And that, kinda made me want to do this. To write.
And, usually, the ones who take up to reading, writing and letting out her thoughts and all that, don’t open up in real. (So far as I’ve heard or know). But believe me, once you start something with me, you’d never know where the conversation will ever end up.
I started this blog, and now I am practically striving hard to come up with some relevance between my posts. (Phew). And with time, I realized that defined me. How random I could be; how I could think or talk about anything. I’m full of ideas boom boom boom. Wow. And thoughts aren’t ugly. If you think you’re deep, take stride in it. Love yourself for who you are.
As for me, let’s say, I’m the one who loves genuinity; The one who shys away when the entire attention in the room is on me; the one who keeps smiling always because I can’t really afford to be seen as a grumpy old hag.
But then, to be honest, I’m the one who loves to leave a sparkle wherever I go.
I may not be the strongest, prettiest, happiest, and I’m certainly not perfect. But whatever happens. like the day the sun might inevitably swallow the earth and the moon, and the only life we ever have, and that even if we all pass away one day, I’ll still be me.
Loads of love
The Girl with Ironwings.