I'm the girl who has the messy desk scattered with crumpled up sheets of paper, pencil shavings, and flecks of residue from erasers strewn all over.
My laptop sits in the midst of the mess prominent and shockingly bold amongst the letters, words and stories.
My cases of monster cans used to line up against the wall in a mosaic of chaos, I'm quite proud of it.
I'm 18, if you haven't guessed yet and read onward to the statistics section and I get myself through life as a student and take on every job I'm offered to keep up with the bills that magically seems to appear from nowhere.
I know that there is a great wonder in life like starting a family or becoming some rich bastard that lives in a mansion. But right now I'm quite happy with where I stand. I will soon finish my studies and I will leave this country.
I love traveling a lot and soon I will have all the time I want for that. I wont really have anything to weigh me down or keep me in one place so yes: be jealous.
I will just pick up my writing books, camera and laptop, and then I can go wherever my feet take me.
My art isn't something fancy. Once in a while I will get lucky, but that's it. I got my laptop and camera so I'm happy. That is the life of an "artist".