As some of you know, I've started writing a journal, and frankly speaking, I've been having a lot of fun with it. There is just something about writing up idiotic things and sticking who knows what on pages like a child. I've always been a fan of arts and crafts, so it's proving to be an excellent way to unwind.

As for this entry, as you can see, I chose to write down some ordinary facts about me. Well, you gotta know something about the person to whom the journal belongs, eh?
And now, as I write a post about it, I can't help feeling that it's like a second introduction post.

Everyone who knows me already knows who I am, so I won't be getting into that anymore. But I will get into the other things I've written down. Only just a little, though.

There is nothing to say about me liking to write. I've been writing since I was a wee little thirteen-year-old baby. And the first thing I ever wrote was a romantic heart wrecking love song which went like this;

"It's raining, outdoors now
But we are, separated now..."

Talk about the cringe! But meh! I was a romantic heart! Sue me!

I immediately jumped from this romantic songwriting to action-filled comics and thrillers, which I then lost, and moved on to the amazing(!?) world of fanfictions!

The rest, as they say, is history. I've written more fanfictions than I've written original stories, and well... I'm not ashamed to admit to it...

Now about reading... I've been reading since...when I learnt to read, basically. My father is an avid reader, so there were never any lackings when it came to things to read.

For art and music, it can be said the same. My father loves to draw, and he is a die-hard Rabindra Sangeet fan. So I had gotten my arts and music education since I was pretty much born.

The things I said I disliked are pretty random, to be honest. I hate humid hor weather. Summertime gives me the summertime sadness., and it's on par with Lana Del Ray's sadness, let me assure you.

Spiders, I have some terrifying incidents with them. I just cannot, for life, like those little eight-legged insects. Hate them. Despise them. Would run away from the 10/10.

Storms, I also have some horrid experiences with. But with all the fear and hostility, I am, still an avid lover of rain. I just don't like thunders...

Stupidity... Now, do I need to explain this? Do I? I just...have a huge disinterest towards people who don't use their brains...

Well, I think I've rambled quite enough for one day about myself. As you can see, I'm a bit of a self-hating narcissist (if that's even a thing!). It's a bad habit, and I don't really hate it.

I'll end this entry with the hopes that I will finish writing this journal. Because, like all my other habits, I also have a habit of leaving things halfway...

Guess we will just have to cross that bridge when we get there!