Its pitch dark in my room, no lamppost light coming in and no moon,
just sitting on my bed with thoughts squirming around my head....I'm again having this sudden urge to write about love, which is something I don't want to write about here. I have realized that I'm loosing readers and I'm not a very active blogger or a famous, popular one who'd make you laugh or go "Awwww" or Ooohh. Long story short, I'm not a popular person at all. Not only on blogger, but in real life too. I'm a quite little bug in the corner, I talk to myself in my head. I have little to none friends. And I feel very nervous when talking to someone I haven't met before. I just look at others when they keep on talking(read blabbing) constantly without a pause. I used to underestimate myself on daily basis but now I have come to the conclusion that it is something I'm and I can't change myself so why not live with it and be proud of who I really am. Whataya say?
There is so much inside of me, so much to be written, so much I'm holding back. If I can't talk out loud,I should probably write more, for me, at least.