Pretty much strange. Isn’t it? Here I’m, a baked potato, confessing to a boy I’ve never met. Did i just say confessing? Yeah some random stuffs i need to tell.if you’re thinking the other way, you’re totally wrong. There’s nothing much to know about me. Other than the fact that i was a baked potato since my birth. Very funny. But true.
Things are way too uncertain. Our encounter much less so. And if we ever happen to meet someday, you’ll probably look at me and ask what I’ve been eating all these years. I’m talking about my height just in case you don’t get it. You’ll certainly stare at me,on my face. You may even end up assuming I’m an alien with that sort of face filled with pimples here and there. And just in case you saw my pictures, they’re probably edited. You might have to get used to with my dressing style as well. I’ve no sense of fashion i tell you.
But then even after knowing all my flaws,will you accept the truth that I’ll never be as interesting as you think I’m? That I’m bad when it comes to talking to new people? That all i ever wanted to become was a journalist but ended up choosing science stream? That i love spending my time with books and dogs that i hardly have time for others? That i get sick now and then and ends up being dull the whole time? That i cannot even sing my favourite songs well because I’m a horrible singer? That i look cruel and rude the first time anyone meets me? Or that i once nearly cried because i was late in school which made me look like a total fool? That i once believed in prince charming and was spoilt with the idea of living happily ever after? That i once spent the whole day not talking to anyone because i was too tired of speaking the other day? That i dont know what it takes to make friends laugh hysterically?
Will you be pleased to know I’m even bad when it comes to sports? That i can’t even run properly because i get tired in between running? That i look the ugliest when I’m sick? That i fake laugh whenever i dont seem to know what the other person is saying? That i need calculator even to do simple calculation just to make sure I’m not wrong? That i fear snake even though i unintentionally killed one when i was a kid? That i hate going to places where it is crowded because i easily get migraine but would gladly attend BTS concert without a doubt? That i love listening to horror stories although i scream every time someone plays prank on me in the midst of listening? That i was never a frank daughter, a friend, or a sister? That being friendly is not my area of expertise?
Or will you just choose to run away as soon as you see me? After hearing things you never expected to hear from me?