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⭐The only comparison that matters is with yourself⭐

Hey, there! 

Here's a fact: Introverts are not scared of hate, they're scared of love.

Lol. Ask me. I know. 

I usually get used to a new crowd when I'm supposed to go back home. Weird, I'm aware. Socially awkward? Very much so. 
Well, we are who we are.

I usually speak through quotes...or don't speak at all.

I'm just unique. Period.

I have this crazy obsession for being all on my own since I believe,  'it is a wise decision to remain isolated than being in the company of those who don't care for you'. One of my many mottos.

Obsessed with bikes and cars, anything that speeds off and away from all the troubles that exist. (Well, the tomboy inside of me is).

The lass inside of me, is obsessed with watches, abayas, silky long hair, block heels and handbags.

The teenage inside of me is obsessed with empty spiral note books and endless supply of stationary.

I'm someone who wakes up before the alarm does. Basically, I don't need the device at all. I don't trouble the poor thing.

Sunrise is the best therapy one can possibly need.

Momentarily experiencing eramnesia. 

Ukiyo is a perfect word to describe my life.

Often felt Sundreesoro.  

Carcolepsy. 

I can never make people understand anything. No kidding. It's a gift. A weird one.

A chai lover. Though a lactose intolerant.

A sweet tooth. Diary Milk's my solution to everything. Which means I live in a dilemma these days. Lord Have Mercy.

Mommy's princess. I have no idea how I survived school.

Nature + books = perfect. 

Au revoir, beautiful people!

Email- zunairahrose@gmail.com