I am here. And I am going to make a difference. 

You would find me curled up deep within the depths of my blanket, writing about the world.

I have been waiting for my Hogwarts letter, but I am way past eleven, way past graduating from there, but hopes never die, do they?

Sometimes, on fine Monday mornings, when the world becomes my enemy, I wake up and think I am going to Camp Half-Blood, and hopelessly fiddle with my pen.

It is clear, I live in a world others I have created, or I am creating.  

Awkward is my middle name,  Clumsy is my last and my first would be Dreamer (just explaining what I have written above).  

My aim, to rant about the misgivings of the world, reciting the lines in the words of a true internet veteran. 

Thank you for reading so far, I am sure you must identify with me, somehow to come so far.