I’m Mallory, and this page is cool because nobody even cares that I exist.
I’m a seventeen year old senior in high school and I’d like to say I have my life planned out, but that would be in sheer disregard of my painfully indecisive nature.
I am a creature of habit, and I like to pretend that I have talent. Paranoia eats me alive.
I like semicolons; I like words. If I were equipped with the wit of being able to speak in rhymes, I would. Nothing I say is ever coherent or linear.
I used to try really hard, but I’ve given up.
Jul 4th 2011