Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!  
My name's Emilie, but I have my aliases, most of them based off of inside jokes that lasted for a long time.
One Direction ruined my life just a little.  Larry f*cking Stylinson, I worship thee.  Niam is also a fantastic thing to ship.
I have three words. Paramore.  Hayley.  Williams.  Yes, I am a devoted Parawhore, with the world's biggest girl-crush on Hayley.  May 2013, November 2013, and July 2014, I saw them in concert.  I'm pretty sure I had a minor coronary all three times, and had to sleep off the minor comas that were undoubtedly coming on. 
I'm in college.  I major in Creative Writing.  I loveloveLOVE writing.  Elll-ohhh-freaking-veee-eeee it.  
I've had my share of issues, some more severe than others, but I've got my friends to support me.  
Everyone who follows me on here, I have a big hug for all of you.  You are all fantastic, and I love that you have found interest in my stories.  
I like to write novels, and poems, but I can't make covers to save my life.  Help me?  
My best friend is no more.  He is a jerk, but I'm over it.  
Like almost every single writer, I gotta campaign myself a little.  Every story I write has a romance element to it, mainly because that's just how I am.  It's what I'm best at, plus I'm just a major sap, even though I rarely show that.  So, if you like romance, or know people who like romance, give me a hand?  (None of my friends actually use Wattpad, so I depend on you guys, faithful fans of my work).  
So, yeah.  What else is there to say?  I'm in my late adolescence, between ages 19 and 25, but I'm not going to get exact on you people, because let's be real here: I'm about 15 years old, mentally.  
So, that's all, I guess.  Hope I didn't make a total fool of myself with this semi-mindless babble.
Kthxbyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee!