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I am that kind of person who says sorry to a table when I tripped over it and gets paranoid for the whole day. Or sometimes the whole week. I am that kind of person who prefers daydreaming than facing the reality itself. I am that kind of person who stays in her room and do her own things rather than being outside, exposed to the rays of such attitudes. I am that kind of person who is socially awkward and always hides from encountering eye-contact with people. Except for cats. I love to stare at them in the eyes. As they won’t judge me in any way. I am that kind of person that people call ‘wallflower of the society’. I am that kind of person who stores butt-loads of thoughts in my head but unable to mend them into words. Or afraid, another way to say it. I am that kind of person who always says I’m fine when I am actually not. I am that kind of person who weeps after every heart-breaking movie. I am that kind of person who has a bizarre addiction to the people with fringes and attractive accents. I am that kind of person who wonders what goes inside of everyone’s mind when I am with them. I am that kind of person who tries to impress someone in order to create a bond and fails very badly.

After all, it’s just me being me. Flaws are just gonna be flaws.

SO BE YOURSELF.

So basically, this post is originated from a conversation that I made with the wall in my room last night because I thought that my life needed therapy as talking to yourself is the best therapy to throw away depression, that’s what they said. You should try it too. But don’t talk to yourself when people are around. They’ll find that rude.

Or cuckoo.

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