A relaxing humorous novel I Do It Myself. Martin is trying. Fact. And he does it himself and keeps a diary about it.
Twenty-seven-year-old (already?! ) Martin is trying. Fact. He always makes time for his loved ones, even if it is at the expense of other loved ones; he submits articles to the magazine where he works in advance, even though they are far from the assignment; He sends part of his paycheck to a savings account to withdraw it before payday; he eats well, outside, because he can hardly make his own tea; has a gym membership and (obviously) knows how to make things look better than they are.
Instagram taught him the latter. He's alone. Since he has a phobia of dating sites and doesn't look exactly like Andrés Sanjuan (worth googling), he'll probably stay single. When he thinks about himself like that, he's either the best or the worst person in the world. He can't make up his mind. He knows one thing for sure: He's doing it to himself. And he writes about it in his diary
