I am not talented. An unfortunate thing, and one I denied for a very long time. But nevertheless it is true. The first step to recovery, after all,  is acceptance. 

I have the writing finesse of a 6 year old. 

This however has amazingly not stopped me from shoving my literary attempts down all of your throats. I'm sure you'll be pleased to notice everything tastes like hazelnut. 

Luckily what I lack in the creative arts I make up for in personality. I am a layered person. The awkward young girl with dreams of becoming an archeologist has morphed into the slightly more awkward and confused butterfly you see before you. I now set my dreams to going to sleep before 12 pm and telling myself I will go jogging someday. 

I am a Norwegian-American and currently reside in the lovely, yet always cold, Norway. I prefer the company of books over people and nothing anyone says will ever convince me that pandas aren't the most amazing thing since Betty White. 

I don't trust people who don't like the color purple and you are lying if you say you don't.