My name is Fatima

I sometimes don’t use punctuation not because I’m a murderer of the English language but because my posts usually reflect how I speak in real life which is in long paragraphs or

tiny

words

alright

I was born on a tiny rock in the middle of nowhere, commonly known as ‘Malta’ to an Egyptian father and a Maltese mother (not the dog). I currently reside in London wherein the streets are paved with apathy and the weather is always miserable. 
I smoke like a chimney and cuss like a sailor, it’s not very becoming.
I spent some time of my life protesting against The Big Man, and whenever I decide to get off my buttocks, I plan on joining an activist movement again.
I have a funny accent and a funny walk, I try to dress like a normal person but sometimes my early teenage years kick in, I’m extremely moody and I don’t like it when people yell at me or tell me what to do, but I guess that’s just an adolescence thing.
I am as self-absorbed as anyone who runs a blog on this website. 

If you’re not convinced this blog is run by a person and want to see my face there’s a /me tag going around in my blog somewhere
Sometimes I write stuff. But it’s not very good, that’s why I keep them in a separate blog (not implying that my blog is ‘very good’ anyway because it’s kinda shite. I mean, why are you even reading this what is wrong with you). Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

okay well

Cheers for reading this far, I would buy you a gift but I’m a broke college student, so I’ll just applaud your patience from afar. If you would like to have a monotonous conversation, go ahead and click the ask button. I’m usually very bored, you see.