Une dose de folie au quotidien.
I’m Lydia, sixteen, from Leeds. The simple things in life are what makes me happiest. I love lying down and listening to the rain on my windows. I will literally beg my dad to drive me just anywhere on evenings just so i can listen to music and to stop myself from doing shit all at home. I am constantly fascinated by language and how people understand some people but not others and no one really shares my amazement with it. I cannot sleep when my room is untidy which is kinda annoying because sometimes I have to stay up late just to tidy my room just so I can sleep. It’s really weird I know. I want to do well in life so I do try hard at school. I hate it when people say that I’m ‘too clever’ or that I’m ‘such a nerd’ just because I work to get the grades I deserve. I speak French all the time (even without meaning to) which infuriates a lot of people. I talk really fast and abbreviate everything so only my closest friends can actually understand me when I am in full blown rant mode. Paris is my absolute dream place to live. I have only been once but it was the best time of my life, i just love everything about it! At first when people meet me, I come across as a bitch and get labelled as ‘stuck up’ but I’m really not; I am just shy at first so bare with me. Then again once you do know me you’ll probably wish you didn’t, I can be annoying as fuck but my friends love me for it. I am immature but I don’t really care and I hate when people look down on me for that. At least I am having fun. I have a huge obsession with Harry Potter. JK Rowling is my actual god. My sister is my best friend and she means the absolute world to me, I really couldn’t imagine life without her. I am so lucky to have such an amazing group of friends and I really don’t let them know often enough how much I love them all. I absolutely adore music but I haven’t met a person yet who really understands my music taste. It just covers absolutely anything. I can’t really think of anything else but just ask me anything.
