And the legends told of the day that the worst author on ye old platform of Wattpad would return to curse the land with plagues of smutty fanfiction and terribly written original stories. The legend is true, for I, the literal embodiment of that feeling you get after you stub your pinkie toe into the door frame/table leg/pretty much anything hard, have returned. I am here to send bountiful curses to those naive enough to have hope in me. I shall show no mercy, and all shall succumb to the power that is disturbingly mouth breathing next to your crush and hoping they propose even though to them you are the human equivalent to seeing a small piece of trash and knowing you should do something about it but like it isn't your problem. 

All that... interesting... scribble aside, hi! I have a name, but you shan't know it, I have an age but thou is not inclined to know, I have interests of which are not your concern, and I have a dead cat of whom I miss solemnly. Information you are allowed to know is the following:

I am 170cm tall. The fact that I should be kinda tall but among my group of friends am not kinda pisses me off. And by kinda, I mean the it aggravates me more than anything on a daily basis.

I am a girl, surprising I know. That's the same thing one of the boys who attended school with me said a few years ago. He ended up getting rugby tackled. Any further comments about gender may be disputed with me in person. Eat your heart out.

I am Australian, born and raised. Ye old land of kangaroos and shrimps on the barbie. For the record though, no ones calls them that. Apparently, even though I don't think I have much of an accent, I sound very Australian.

I am very confused on whether or not all the guys I know are just gross, or if I am the gayest thing on the planet. Seriously, I have no idea.


"I'm cold. And you're cute, and you should definitely be hugging me right now." - When Aster Falls (basically me being gay at my straight girl friends)