Learning to let go is a sign of puberty ending. I learned that from HARRY POTTER.

I get into serious depression funks if I don't keep myself constantly busy/learning/researching new things. In the past month, I've gone through an obsession with fish and creating an aquarium, an obession with puppies and learning how to care for one for next year when I buy one, an obsession with Vladimir Nabokov and his family, and obsession with finding perfect shades of red lipstick, an obsession with working out, and an obession with finding bars and lounges in southeast England.