Faith Sim

I don't know who I am. I know who I was, and I don't like that person. I sort of like who I am now. It's easier to believe you're likable to yourself when you have people around you to confirm as much. I like strokes of genius, and I like pretty things, and I despise idiots. Normally this includes myself.

My spirit animal is David Bowie, the man who can literally put a dead albatross on his neck and still look handsome. I listen to almost everything, though I've never ever been formally trained in music. Can I act at all? I'm not sure. I can't dance, even at gunpoint. I'm only starting to learn how to create things I like. I am told I can write, and I know that I live for when people smile at the end of events I host, but really I don't actually know what I stand for. Even so, life is a hotel room. If I leave they'll clean the room up and leave no trace. Better mess it all up while I still can, and leave some stains and dents in things.