'I am a person. 
A weird person. 
A different person. 
A person who has a sense of humor, a very sarcastic one.
A person who reads and devours books to mask her loneliness and emptiness.
A person who likes to ruminate on matters.
A person who is often, lazy.
I'm just a person.
A person.'

So that was my bio from two years ago. And wow, I was such a lil shit. I no longer 'read and devours books to mask her loneliness and emptiness' or whatever I did back then. I don't think as much as I did back then either. In my experience, I tend to over think and it comes back to bite me in the ass.

Regardless, it's almost midnight, I'm supposed to be sleeping, and I'm whispering to myself in a horrendous Scottish accent in a dark room. I'm supposed to get up at 7 tomorrow and instead of sleeping, I'm on wattpad. Make of that what you will. Cheers.