A content eye bags owner and wrinkly lines grower.
At her happiest if she could walk in rain in the coldest weather. Scared of dying without being her best as a daughter and sister. Embrace her hopelessly romantic thought but often act on her logic. Treasure her worn out brown ballet shoe while trying to master the art of freezing time. Sometimes she think she have a one quarter of tendency of OCD, easily frustrated if she can’t control things in her life but quickly realize that she need to loosen up.
Her guiltiest pleasure will be Hershey Reese cups and think love is like a cotton candy with chocolate dipped marshmallow and space cake! Abuse the word OK in her entire existance and would want to have lotsa money right about now so she could travel and ditch the typical white-collar-rat-race.