Hello there! Somehow you are in my blog. How awesome is that? Kidding, I don't know how you got here but I'm really thankful. Please do bear my crappy English grammar; English isn't my first language. (I know, not a valid excuse) I love reading and writing though, thus this blog is born.
I write when I am: sad, ridiculously happy, and stressed. Writing is just... a form of therapy, I guess? It is my way in coping when I'm facing and after facing difficult situations. It is my way of relieving myself and controlling my emotions.
I read everyday. I love reading too much that my parents are trying to inhibit books in my life. I love reading too much that I'd rather form a living out of books and book reviews. I love reading too much that I consider it as my partner in life; that I'll marry books and adopt a child instead.
I'm that girl: who can't be what you need 'cause she's seventeen, who would rather curl up and read, who would rather spend all of her money on books and not clothes, who prefers smart ass guys, who loves public speaking, who is addicted with bands, who loves blabbering, who loves sociology and history, who loves literature to no end, who likes running but is too lazy, who owns a dog named Maya; a German Shepherd, who is neither an introvert and an extrovert, who sucks in saving money and things, who loves to dance; trained in cheerleading and contemporary, who used to be so fit, who is an international relations student.
I'm going to try read again the books I've read before so I can conjure a proper review. Try.
If you're still reading this: thank you and here is a virtual cookie!
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