Blogger ID.Name: Charlotta, but has 100+1 Nicknames.
Age: 20 something.
Location: Somehwre in the woods, Finland.
Occupation: Beautician/Daydreamer
Blogs About: Everything under the sun and so much more.
Writing is the socially acceptable form of Schizopgrenia.
-E.L Doctorow-My name, as you already know, is Charlotta. But people almost never call me that. I live ina country in Northern Europe known as Finland and I have existed on this planet we call Earth for, give or take, 20 years.
I started this Blog, simply, because I like to write. Writing has always given me perspective on things and been a form of relaxation.
A Blog, to me, is like an online, very public Diary which is one of the reasons why I named this one "The Wallflower Diaries". But even if it is kind of my Diary I have chosen not to include every, single thing that happens in my life because that would honestly be rather frightening. This is also why names will not be used, simply oter nicknames and the like.
But who is the girl behind the words?
Well, I am a daughter, sister and friend. I like to hang out with said people on my spare time when I'm not working, that is. I also like to read, watch movies and listen to music.
I sometimes dance around the room when I think no one is watching and I love to buy shoes. I am a very calm and quiet person most of the time but to those who really know me I can be a real chatterbox.
I have always been a hopeless romantic, Clowns scare me and I have issues with the word no.
I dream about seeing the world and to some day live abroad.
Nothing more, nothing less.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
Epilouge,
A Midsummer Night's Dream,
William Shakespeare.
