I had a different Wattpad account, but I deleted it on a sudden impulse move after deleting every single story that was written on it. My most popular was very personal and hit a bit too close to home and I was becoming overwhelmed with it. But I do love to write, and so I made this account in efforts to keep up with that. My updating schedule is erratic at best because I suffer from horrible writer's block all the time and I've been reading a lot more than writing lately.

I love to read almost anything (most sci-fi creeps me out, but I've read a few real good ones too). Harry Potter has been a part of my life since I was nine, I too was part of the Twilight craze when I was twelve (those were a dark, shameful four months), I read Narnia, love Mitch Albom and Sarah Dessen (Just Listen is my favorite followed very very closely by This Lullaby) and Richelle Mead's Vampire Academy books (I ship Rose/Adrian all the way), I loathe Romeo and Juliet, I loved every single thing about Sisters Grimm (Sabrina/Puck made my life), I adored The Series of Unfortunate Events, Hatchet, the Inkheart series, Charlotte's Web, Perks of Being a Wallflower, Jane Eyre, and loads more. I regularly catalog my books on spreadsheets, I prefer books to nooks, I told my dad point-blank when we were moving that if I had to get rid of some things, to get rid of my clothes, because if he got rid of my books, I would cry.

I love chick-flicks and action movies and those perverted so-dumb-it's-funny movies that guys seem to adore (Hot Tub Time Machine, etc) and the Harry Potter movies (duh). I cry at movies all the time, even if I've already seen it about twelve thousand times.

I'm really self-centered sometimes, I get really hysterical, I love my best friend more than anything in the world, I despised my first year of high school, I'm afraid of the dark, I chew gum all the time, my hands shake, I loathe the smell and taste of coffee, I prefer pizza cold to warm, and I love stuffed animals.