I'm a nineteen year old washed up YouTuber, caffeine junkie and obsessive online shopper living in Hull, somewhere once voted the worst place to live in the UK. I subconsciously break down basic grammatical rules when I talk about my cat and I'd be vegan if I didn't love cheese so much. I'm in my second year of what seems to be the most useless degree on the planet, but it's okay because I think I'd make a pretty decent struggling artist type.
Why do I even bother with doing uni work?
I got higher in the literature module that I hardly put any effort into than the film module that I obsessively did eighty seven thousand pages of background reading a week.
It makes the £50 I’ve spent on animation textbooks so far seem pointless.
