Since I am utterly incapable of describing myself without falling into an abyss of self-doubt and paranoia that I am not who I say I am, here are three random facts about me that are true at this point in time.
- I love reading, and the minute I finish a book, I can probably rant about said book for a good hour. Ask me about it again in six hours, and I will have clean forgotten 70% of the book. I will only remember the pure emotion I felt on finishing that last page. Vaguely.
- When I discover a song that gives me feels of any kind, I will play it on repeat for the next three weeks until my partner bans it from being played out loud since he now (unwillingly) knows the whole banger by heart.
- My greatest joy (well, that may be an exaggeration) comes from reorganising my living space ever so often. The absolute rush it gives when you walk into the new layout and feel like a whole different person who has their life together is unmatchable.