I'm almost completely bonkers, hanging on to one trailing thread of lucidity amid an ecosystem of pure, unadulterated madness. I'm frustrated because I am right at this moment sitting beside and intact bar of Toblerone, but my stomach has taken the stance of being completely unable to stomach another morsel, so it shall remain, teasing me. That's my life in a nutshell; me pleading with my digestive system to get itself sufficiently sorted out and my digestive system continuing its sluggish pace much to my aggravation.
When I'm not lusting after chocolate my metabolism cannot support, I'm reading, or scrolling through Tumblr claiming that 'I'm crying' or 'I just spit out my tea' when really I have neither the will to shed a tear nor the will to so much as make myself a cup of tea, never mind spew it over my beautiful (if elderly) laptop.
One day I will die, oblivion blah blah blah. Can't say the possibility of my impending doom/damnation/oblivion bothers me all that much. I have few aspirations and fewer ambitions (synonyms what?) apart from a, likely misguided, habit of writing books and then storing them in a deep dark corner of my hard-drive. I am what those unaccustomed to the beauty of reading poetry whilst shoving some variation of fruit loops into one's yawning gob would call a wastrel (I prefer patron of the arts).
I had my first nightmare last night about receiving the results of a recent bout of tests inflicted upon me in perfect, almost admirable, synchronization with a really rubbish head achy want-to-die-kill-me-now sort of flu.
I'm horrendously shy but I love to talk (isn't that always the way). I'm opinionated, I'm a feminist, I wear hoodies all the frick fracking time, I prefer books to friends and I frequently cry over the deaths of fictional characters. I'm pansexual (look it up); I fall in love with whoever the frick I fall in love with, if such horror is ever unleashed upon me.
I like Steven Moffat (deal with it), I do not hate those who hate Steven Moffat and attack him publicly on the Internet (I just call them bullies).
I am interesting, my hair is sort of soft, I'm self-conscious about my weight (very few people aren't), all the same I eat what I want, I can do kenjutsu pretty well, my friends are cool, I've recently started watching Attack on Titan and that is all you need to know about me.