I am not the kind of girl guys fall in love with. I am a homeless soul, with a scarred body and heart; wild. From nothing to something, I am full of fun and sadness at the same time. I am angry and lovely at the same time. Anger should be my pen name, without it, I am incomplete. I know it ain't something to brag about, but like the moon has scars, I have my anger. I am all enthusiasm filled with laziness. I am my very own minus point. All kept aside, I love every bit of me, every imperfection that makes me Prathiusha, every perfect thing that brings me to the top and every little pinch of anger that people have encouraged. I am a hopeless romantic with wild thoughts, but a piece that has been broken a gazillion times, yet trying to survive in this world so wide, full of strangers by my side. I wake up with a new hairstyle every single day and to give it a touch, swollen eyes. I have dark circles under my eyes, which are darker than the night itself. I love sweet romance and cry during movies but wouldn't miss one action thriller from Marvel/DC. I am all girly at once and tom boyish another time. I could go from Yayyyyyyy to WHAT THE FUCK in 2 seconds. I could talk endlessly and not talk but at all. On somedays, I get ready as if there's a red carpet to walk on, and on the other days, I am a person who would walk around in their pajamas and still not give a shit about any single thing. I like keeping my room dirty and would preferably go for a messed up room filled with brushes and paints and papers lying around. I am a girl who acts crazy but is really cheesy inside. A single rose would bring the biggest smile or a small bar of chocolate or random Iloveyou texts, but get angry on literally ANYTHING. I am a girl guys don't fall in love with, a proud one.
