I'm a girl, eighteen years old, a recovering consumer whore, a latent nuisance, homeschooled, bad at eye contact, too sensitive and always afraid. Ever since I was old enough to figure out how to operate a computer mouse, I've had unrestricted access to the world wide web... and now I'm in a dysfunctional romantic relationship with the internet. I constantly feel an impulse to completely erase everything I've ever shared online. I love music more than anything. I am drawn to memory-keeping as a concept, especially in the forms of internet archival & personal websites. I'm quite forgetful. I struggle to describe myself because really, there's not much to share — I live a boring life that allows me to spend the entire day at home (and feel no incentive to ever leave).

I have a neurotic fear of my heart exploding in my chest!

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