I word vomit about dating and bitterness and motherhood and independence with a dash of hopeless romanticism and hatred for humanity.
I completed one semester of journalism in college, was tired of being told what to write, and called it quits. I don’t really know what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe an astronaut or a cowboy. Or a princess. But right now all I want to do is write.
I’m a word nerd and a book worm, with a very extensive personal library that is quickly taking over my house. I’m chatty – some may call me a smartass. I prefer to describe it as ‘overly excited when it comes to sharing personal knowledge’. Let’s go with that. I have likes; I have dislikes. Because I’m human. I’m a fan of taking photographs and have a tendency to belt out pop songs when I’m alone.
You can call me Molly, welcome to the inside of my brain.