i'm supposed to write an article. i'm allowed to rant about anything i want, which is great, of course, but that's also what's making this so difficult. i can't think of a topic.
it would probably be highly suggestible that i write about something i know a lot about, and only one thing comes to mind: myself.
now, if i didn't have at least the tiniest bit of shame in me, i'd fill this up with the most random facts about your truly. not only would that be shameless, but it might even get me in landed in jail for being overly pretentious. i mean, seriously, why would you take the time to read about someone you hardly know at all? heck, you probably weren't aware of my existence before this.
maybe you also didn't know that i used to have a tongue piecing or that i skipped a grade in school. you also might not have known that i've had my head stitched up twice or that i gave up the chance to study in my dream school to learn about health promotion & disease prevention instead. there's also a great chance that you had no idea that i read the 7th harry potter book in less than twenty four hours, but there's an even greater probability that you couldn't care less.
no? i didn't think so, either.
but what matters is that i've actually written a whole article, and how surprising, the whole thing has all been about myself! i must congratulate you for completing the arduous of reading about someone you claimed to not have cared about. and will you look at that, it turns out that i'm not so shameless, after all!
