Sometimes, I think I try too hard to be myself that I forget who that is.
Who the heck am I?
I’m a boy(obviously!), I’m 2 decades+, so why the heck do people expect me to be perfect?, for crying out loud I’m flesh and blood, let me make my mistakes I’d be perfect, but not yet.
iLove the color purple , I really can’t place a finger on the reason why… but I’m just attracted to anything in that color.
iHate to see people suffer or treated unjustly or not given the praise they deserve…
iLoathe poverty and it’s effect on people, i do my best to help in the little way I can.
I’m a cake fanatic, I think that’s the only way I can actually get kidnapped.
iLike reading novels that thrill me, books especially by the best ever – TedDekKer.
iJust started reading non-fictions howbeit slow, I enjoy reading them also.
iHave my moods but I’m mostly happy and have amongst my dreams that every single person be happy. People tease me that “food makes me happy” but what the heck, if it’s true, let’s make sure everyone gets food to eat; maybe, just maybe in its own little way will eradicate those #Sadfaces.
I’m shy and quite quiet, do not mistake it for being mischievous, that’s just me, quiet and shy.
Sometimes, I fall short of people’s expectation but heck! Your expectations were just too high.
I’m a dreamer and a good one in the sense that I know my dreams are gonna be reality soon enough;
I’m going to change the world, make a difference, not die unknown. These words may be rather cliché but, mark them.