hello emilee

Perfectly normal human being minus the normal.

My name's emilee. I'm fifteen years old and I reside in different places, depending on my state of mind.
I currently live seaside in a small apartment, accompanied by seagulls, the sound of the ocean, and a dog I adopted from a shelter. I make my living writing about whatever I like, but I make money working at a drug rehabilitation center.
That's my future, that's what I'm working toward.

I like poetry and short fiction stories. Some of my writing makes absolutely no sense to someone on the outside, but others might get it, a little. I constantly have thousands of irrelevant thoughts going through my head. It makes life interesting. I'm opinionated and I speak my mind against most people's wishes. I'm not the nicest person, but I can be. I'm terrible at spelling, inherited from my father, but I'm not ashamed. I'm not ashamed about most negative things about myself, although I should be.

I love my life, and every day is a brand new experience. I'm too mature for my own age, it can be good, it can be bad. I'm into sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. To the public, it would seem as if I make bad choices. To me, though, I make the choices that make me happy with life. And I believe it matters most to be happy. Therefore, my choices aren't wrong.

My entire life has been writing. Since I was born, my mother read to me. Since I could put pen to paper, I wrote short stories. Now, I write whatever, whenever. A pen and notepad is readily sitting beside my bed because I tend to wake up in the early morning, inspired by Lord knows what. My words are my pride and joy. I'm not the best writer, but I think I'm pretty all right.

I'm an athiest. I'm a vegetarian. I'm pro-choice.
But I love everybody. Our hearts beat the same.