An introvert if that means someone who is usually pretty extravagant with words; extremely hopeful, you'll find me helping others out of sticky situations, often buried in the deep deep perils of negativity; cannot survive without friends and people around, very often there exists an urging need to remain by myself; take pride in not yet falling prey to the forces of yearning for someone, the need of a companion though remains unsatisfied; self- dependent which in turn translates into wanting all of the world to pamper me with all the affection, adulation and attention; ambitious, a lot of times I feel like giving up on everything I have set myself to achieve; a chilled out exterior..a storm raging within, my heart n mind often take up intense arguments; I thrive on child like obsessions..It has come to me of age and maturity.
And that’s surely not all. Don’t really know how many of these can I relate to be a part of me. But...when I read all this aloud, I wonder...Is this what I really am??I don't believe it... Before you get me wrong... It’s not that I can't believe myself to be a paradox...by now I happen to know that quite well...23 years is not that small a time you see!!Just that it’s probably the very first time that I have been able to write so much about myself (even I am proud of the fact that I finally did, it shocks me though). And better still...I feel it pretty much does justice to what I truly am.
I m sure blogging will get much more out of me.
I’m loving it!!!
