I'm me. That's pretty much it, really - the answer I came up with after many months of post-depression soul-searching.
If you really want a description, I'm a faintly eccentric 20 year old with a perpetual childishness about him. Whilst I come across as laid-back to the point of laziness, if things need doing, I do them quickly, allowing more time for my relaxed persona.
As may have previously been implied, I recently recovered from severe depression, so I'm currently busy railing against the suggestion that it defined me, and trying to work out what does. Hence why this might take a while, for which I apologise.
I'm a lot more impulsive than I've ever been, in a bid to shake off what remains of my depression, and I'm a lot more focused on what I want to do than what I have to do.
I'm finally quite comfortable with myself, both mentally and physically - I'm really freakin' clever (possibly a tad arrogant), and, whilst short, I don't care any more.
I could go on, but I'll spare you all. Recovering from depression left me with far too much time to think about myself, so I know a lot about who I am now. The only good thing about depression, and it's not worth it at all.
That's all long and boring. Basically I'm a 20 year old guy who likes sciencey things, reads way too much, and alternates unpredictably between hermit-like introversion and attention-demanding extroversion. I'm almost certainly not as relaxed as I appear. I also spend far too much on clothes and chocolate. I'm one tube of ice cream and 2 chick flicks away from being Bridget Jones. A little odd, as I'm straight and male.