I’m not a Saturday night out, Sunday late morning person.
I’m not work by the day party by the night person either.
I’m a Wednesday afternoon, quite brunch.
I’d rather stay at home and enjoy the company of my books, than go to a pub and feel suffocated in the crowd.
I’m not as silent as the morning breeze, neither am I a storm, I’m the wind that you feel in your hair when you past through the countryside.
I’m not a diet cola, sugar free kind of a person; I’m a double scoop vanilla ice cream with extra chocolate sauce kinds.
And you maybe not be like me, and it’s completely fine.
But you know what’s not fine?
To not be you.