I like the internet, but I don’t like everyone who uses it.
I blog. I write because that’s how I am–my knack for incessant chatter is endless. I like daydreams, but I also like the real stuff. If they will ever happen to me, anyway. I like pictures. Whether it’s a snapshot of myself or an image of a beautiful tropical sunset, I really don’t care. What matters is I managed to take a photo of something in its golden moment.
My handwriting is messy. Contrary to popular belief, I find keyboards and monitors comforting. Notebooks just make my ideas look unorganized, and it makes me feel as if I have to begin writing the piece all over again. Sorry if you find my ways unorthodox.
I like food. I’ve always wanted to live healthy, but I guess it would still take some doing.
I like travelling, simply because I want to escape a lot of things.
I don’t like saying things about myself, so I think I should stop here.
See you outside.