I'm socially awkward and extremely self-conscious. I love to toss whatever I'm doing down, march upstairs to my room, read a good book, and cry because I finished the book. I love the feeling of the wind rushing through my hair, whenever I'm running. But all of this is nothing compared to who I love the most... the tub of cookie dough flavored ice-cream sitting in my freezer.
I like to think that my work is good, even though I know it isn't amazing.