My weird, little head likes to believe that what we live is not life and what we feel are not feelings, but a mere illusion created by our fears and longings. But I don't think that would be such a good idea. After all, life is a gift packed inside a mysterious box, decorated with multicolored ribbons and sparkles, waiting for its owner to open it and explore what's inside.  Now, I'm going to stop talking about philosophy (or whatever that was) and get to the point of the "About Me" . 
 
I shouldn't say that I love writing and reading (because that's basically why we all are here), but I guess I already did. Oops. I'm a ballet-contemporary dancer and somebody who has a strange obsession with loving fictional characters more than real people, even if these don't see my weepy eyes when they are at the verge of dying or hear my disturbing laugh when they say something "hilarious".  

So... What about some facts? 
* I spent my days craving my whole fridge but remind myself metal doesn't taste good (terrible one, I know. Excuse my eloquence)
* I suffer from a masochistic relationship with Starbucks's Mint Tea. For more it burns me I'll never stop loving it. 
* I believe in conspiracies. All kinds of them. We are being WATCHED!  Better wake up and set yourself free or stay the rest of your days asleep and controlled.
* I'm one of the 1% of the world's population that doesn't like chocolate icecream. Should I feel bad about that? 
* Originality and being different are infinity times better than being a copy of whatever society dictates should be accepted. So, if you're NOT annoyed for not being "cool" (or a hipster in modern day translation), welcome to the club!
* I always go on mind adventures in the most inopportune moments. Don't have time to explain what that is, but I'm pretty sure almost all of you do that. 
* I'm attracted to literature that doesn't make sense but has been thoroughly thought. 

Not really done here but there's no more space
Au Revoir!