Overthinking, dreaming, analysing, obsessing… I think my brain is a workaholic.

Funny, because I’m not: I guess we balance each other out then.

I go out pretty much every night unless I’m holed up in the library trying to finish a History assignment for my university degree.

I believe in living like a rockstar for a few weeks and spending the rest of the month living off cheap noodles and things you find in your friend’s fridges.

I like comments, comments comments comments. If comments where guys I would be chasing them naked.

This blog is a secret so that I am able to say whatever I want and to some extent document what’s been going on with my life: after all, diaries are out dated and Facebook is just a place to play Tetris.