Nine thins about yourself. Myself.

I’m a homebody now. Finally that Cancer trait that I never believed in has settled in.

Used to be an open book but now I don’t want people to know everything about me. So some of these will be a lie.

No poise. No posture. Very clumsy. Constantly spilling things. All the toes of my shoes are ruined because I stumble too much. Drop objects all the time because my hands are too small. Something weird will happen because my ankles give in a lot.

Perhaps I am too sentimental. Too fragile. Too naive. Too everything that can classify a human to be weak.

Don’t ask me what my favourites are because I have none. If I say something is my favourite then it’s a lie.

I pity the fool.

I took ballet from ages 3-6.

I want a Hummer. Imagine a tiny girl in a biggus car.

After searching for it for 4 years, I’m ready to stop my search. I think I can regret that walk away.