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 Jun 23
Arna
"They call me strange.
Maybe it's because —

I'm a girl who stays home,
While others my age are out with friends,
Skipping college, traveling, clubbing,
Doing all the Gen Z things.

Because I stay quiet,
Even in moments that demand boldness,
Choosing calm over chaos.

Because I prefer simplicity over fashion trends,
Minimalism over extravagance.

Because I love classics,
And music that speaks to the soul —
Not just the charts.

Because books are my escape,
While social media is just noise.

Because I find peace in solitude,
Instead of blending into crowds.

Because I’m single,
In a generation chasing love,
And running from its complications.

Let them call me strange.
I call it being
Imperfectly perfect
In my own small,
Quiet,
Cute little world."
They say I’m strange — because I choose calm over chaos, books over buzz, and solitude over noise.
But in this little world I’ve built, I’ve found my peace.
And maybe, just maybe… strange is beautiful.
 Jun 16
Arna
Stopped writing in diaries...
Fearing someone might read them.
Gave up typing on Word documents...
Afraid her privacy might be shattered.

She let people walk away —
Without sharing a word,
Not because she didn't want to,
But because she was done with sympathy...
Something she had seen too much of in life.

And so, she grew silent.
Tired.
She let it be...

Until her heart whispered:
"You're safe with me."
Privacy restored.
But the heart grew heavier than ever.
Some stories are written nowhere. Just carried quietly in hearts too full to write, and too brave to burst.
 Jun 16
Arna
She was a simple girl.
A kind, happy going, compassionate and a talented one.
Over thinking was her hobby.
Taking pain was common for her.
She valued people more than self…
And received pain more than she deserved!!
She smiled through the ache, loved without limits, and lost more than anyone ever saw. Some hearts break quietly… yet beautifully.
 Jun 16
Arna
Hiding their talents, afraid someone might steal their light.
Valuing others' happiness, often at the cost of their own.
Caring for everyone — even those who curse them out of envy.
Neglecting their own health while nurturing others.
Spreading smiles, while burying their own pain deep inside.

These aren’t flaws...
They’re the quiet traits of strong, introverted girls —
Silent warriors with golden hearts.
"You may never hear her story out loud — but her actions speak volumes."
 Jun 16
Arna
She was not too close,
Also not so unknown.
She was not a friend for life…
Neither just friend.
But still…
She always respected my opinions
Listened to all my blabbering
Bared all my naughty antics
Secured all my secrets
Understood all my feelings

Yes!! She was special and her absence is getting hard now.
"Not a forever friend, not a stranger either… just someone who understood me in silence and stayed without a label. Now her absence echoes louder than words ever could."
 Jun 16
Arna
For Her
Appearance doesn't matter,
But a kind heart does.
Unwanted attention? No.
A true shoulder to lean on — yes.
Fake concerns don’t move her,
But sincere words always will.

Yes —
She may seem strange to you,
Because you can't decipher her soul.
She’s a rare gem
Amid all the world’s noisy pleasures...
She shines brightest
In the quiet kingdom of her own world.
"She isn’t defined by the world’s standards — she listens with her soul, loves with her heart, and lives in her truth."

— The End —