I’m a typical child of the postmodern era. Naive and open-minded, yet cynical and jaded. I’m 18. I reside in Toronto. I like food, ironic situations, anagrams, philosophy, and shooting stars.
I write every day. I write love letters to people I can never talk to, I write about kind strangers I meet, I write about pretty much anything that amuses me.
I’m an art student. The sketchbook will forever be my best friend.
I love to explore. Both the mind and the world.
This is a personal journal where I post musings to keep track of my life. :)