Twenty-five years old (no longer) a student. A lazy and stubborn. A staunch lover of books. A writer from time to time.

I can't write about myself. I'm such a strange person that even I don't know myself. I love creating. The thing about creating something out of nothing. I love that moment when a cup of hot green tea warms my hands and then I start to write.
I am a shy creature by nature. Imagine a squirrel that sits on a tree and hides from the human eye, and when you turn around, it jumps down and collects a peanut.
Sometimes she succeeds and the squirrel returns unnoticed to the tree. But when you turn around again, it freezes in mid-step and don't know what to do.
I am that squirrel. This is perhaps the most accurate picture of me.

So hello, this is Squirrel.
And what they call you?