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I am technically and statistically an adult, but I certainly don't feel like I am like the other adults that I see in the street. I am astoundingly poor at mathematic calculations and I am socially awkward.
I am nearing the beginning of university, and don't feel at all ready for it.
I tend to drink in excess because it's still a novelty to me. Sometimes I smoke too much illegal product of an evening and my whole head gets pins and needles and the sides of my face get cold, but then I get up the next day to go to work. I am quite short and have to tip-toe to hug people, sometimes resulting in some embarrassing tumbling.
I like to be in bed. I like it when I open my window and it smells like something exciting is about to happen.
I like to write, although I rarely do it well. I almost always have very cold hands and feet. I like to muse over the different futures that I may or may not have.
I like to shower.
I like the idea of public transport, but hate how much it costs in the suburbs. I love London. I will live in London again when I am older because it is my home. I am uninspired when I am away from it.
When I have enough money to live my own London life, you are invited to come and see me in my brightly painted but extremely unkempt flat, and maybe smoke on my balcony, look in my fridge and stroke my cats.
I might even cut you a key.
I am very, very bad at Bowling, even with the barriers up.
I have no boundries for sleep - I could simply sleep forever. I have come to realise recently that I love people more than I used to; Human beings ought to be interested in human beings. I like to talk when I'm not too tired and I like to listen when people aren't too tiring.
