Thewolfarcher, 20

2000 characters? Oh, how can this ever be enough for my inevitable rambling? I'll make it work.

Let me start by saying that I am a poet. A tortured poet - to be specific. Okay, that was a Taylor Swift reference. It's almost scary how I sneak her into sentences.
I am currently in the process of publishing my very first poetry book. It includes all the poetry I have written over the past two years. Because I am an hsp (no, not a disorder - it stands for highly sensitive person, which is a trait), so writing poetry is a way of processing my emotions. It will always be held dear and near to my heart. Dare I say poetry is my first love?

Oh, how I adore spending my daily hours on Fortnite when not in the workplace (I run a waste management company, but that's the boring stuff). Am I a pro at Fortnite? No, certainly not. My aim is considered to be noob level or, as I like to call it, "potato aim."

Something the whole world must know, and I must be the one to scream it out, is that I'm a Swiftie. My love for her and her music outshines depression. Want to hear my useless talent? Okay, well, I can name a Taylor Swift song if only the first five seconds of the song are played. Cool, I know, right?

Now, you might be wondering why am I here? (Okay, you're probably not wondering that, but anyway,) well, I'm searching for the loml (love of my life - another Taylor reference), the subject to my poems, the Ekko to my Jinx (Arcane reference). I am somehow convinced that my soulmate is somewhere online since no man I meet seems to know how to treat a lady.

Here are some bonus stuff -

I am a Christian (no denomination). I do the projection of lyrics and scriptures on the screen every second Sunday.

I have hyperhidrosis. It's a sweating condition. It isn't that bad in winter, but I still do have to carry a face towel with me everywhere I go. It sucks not having the freedom to touch items without having to wipe your hands every second.

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