Being average and high-key shy is simply me. I am average by my looks, wealth and health. I don't have perfect hair and I don't plan to tame the unruly mess. I don't have the brightest teeth or the perfectly shaped body. My eyes don't shine and sparkle. I'm not even close to photogenic that makes me avoid the camera more than I should. I forget about things more than I remember. I have no special or discernible talent to show. I feel awkward and out of place at almost all social events. I'm just an average girl with average grades and extraordinary friends in an extraordinary school. I might just be an average girl with average beauty but I'm still here , facing my fears every day with my breath. I'm so average that I feel awkward when I receive compliments about my smile , clothes , body and intellect. Sometimes, this average girl just wants to be beautiful and produce beauty at everything she does but she produces things that are as painfully average as she is.
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Hurricanes of Life
Poetryof short stories and poetries that we write just to satisfy ourselves ; precisely our feelings .
