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 I walk into the new layout and feel like a whole different person who has their life together is unmatchable.