Sorrow drips into your heart
Through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks,
And there is comfort in the sound.
But, while you debate
Half empty of half full,
It slowly rises.
Your love is gonna drown.
-Marching Bands of Manhattan by Death Cab For Cutie

There really isn't very much to say about me. I'm Megan (or Meg), and I'm sixteen. Oh, to be young. My talents include eating mint chocolate chip ice cream, writing in my bathtub, talking and laughing a lot, sleeping in late, taking photographs of unimportant things, and singing off key. I am, very possibly, the most clumsy person you will ever meet. I'm stubborn, and I bake good cookies.