Hello.

No one will ever read this.
So I can just write total trash in here.
How lovely.
I am the average hopeless romantic, crying while listening to piano pieces that scream for creating imaginary thoughts.
If I do not day dream about failed love and overthink every "what if", I happen to work until the early hours of the next day, enjoying the silence of the comforting darkness.
Apparently I seem to not sleep at all at times. If any individual witnesses me leaving the childish safety of my room in the early hours (which means between 8am till 10pm), the image of the dark circles colouring my eyes will haunt them until their last day of living. Will I tell other to sleep enough nevertheless? Of course, expect me to be the mother in my friend group, watching out that everyone else gets their deserved amount of sleep.
And I tend to overwork myself :D
Though, if I do not let my workaholic being take control over me, I turn into a cat and sleep all day. And if I feel fancy enough, I even dare to let the once lost passion of playing music or writing run through my rusty veins.

If you have read until this very end, I congratulate you. You have successfully wasted time of your life. But seriously, hello.