I’m April. And yes, I was born in April. I
wish I was named differently, names like Daphne, Ashley, Angel would be nice.
It’s just that, 95% of the time, during first meet-ups, there is a predictable opening
line: "Your name is April, I’m betting you were born in April". And I would be like,
okay, you’ll never hear the end of it.
I’m 26 years old, I’m a woman. I demand
equality. I’m 50% idealist and 50% realist. One friend described me as a
“heartless best friend”, and she told me to take that as a compliment. Fair
enough. I don’t say it’s okay when it’s not okay. I believe people should know
what the problem really is when they are being drowned by their idealism.
I love music. I laugh hard and loud. I’m
extremes. I can be very happy and very sad but never both at the same time. I
don’t cry much, I envy people who could cry easily. I have no sense of
direction. I can be easily lost. I feel naked without an earring, I don’t go
out without a pair.
I’m an accountant, not an average
one. I’m an analyst and maybe that’s why in real life I tend to
overanalyze things.
I created this blog to try to break my
wall. I wanted to reach out and be reached out.
This is a collection of unorganized
thoughts that are too loud to stay in my mind.
