Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
Probably a feral squirrel. Not the cute, fluffy kind that politely accepts peanuts — the ones that move like they’re holding seventeen thoughts, three grudges, and a half‑finished existential crisis at the same time. They’re quick, observant, a little unpredictable, and always spiraling on the inside, but somehow still getting everything done. Soft exterior, scrappy interior, and a survival strategy built entirely on instinct, caffeine energy, and sheer determination.
Honestly, it fits a little too well.
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