I recently turned 19. Yayyy!!! Finally! An animated flashback through the past 19 years with significant focus on the past 4 made me realize I haven’t done much per say. Sitting in a corner; hiding my nose in book- hard copy and mobile, I’ve being living in a shell. Although my comfortable corners have opened me to the world seven seas and beyond it’s all virtually. I’ve never wandered alone yet (daily train commutes don’t count) or had a nightout or sleepover with my friends. Last year of my teens and 75% of my ‘ To Do before 20’ list is incomplete. Does that make a “houseworm/introvert/whatever you call them” or does this make me-ME?
I realized I wouldn’t change even a single second of all these years. Not the sickness, nor my school days and neither the days of crushes and rains. Because these seconds have made me. They have moulded me in this strong headed, stubborn, emotional, dramatic ,sentimental me. And I love every single fibre of my being. Knowing the 100 different shades or plum and beige is not who I’m and will never be. I’m this wattpad addicted, crazy person and I hope that’s how it is always, with me BEING ME!