This is Emilyann. I can't even explain how dear she is to me. She is my kindred spirit. She is lovely and gentle and caring. She is artistic and has a voice like a songbird. I am incredibly proud of her. I just got home from the airport, from visiting a college with her and dear friends. And I've been pretty weepy. I miss them a lot. She is a dedicated learner. She loves Tim Burton and Sylvia Plath and Perks and chai tea. She loves good music and playing guitar. She has an amazing art journal. She loves God a lot. She is only applying to NSA, and though I still haven't fully made my decision, we are definitely boarding together, but not rooms. There's no way we could share a closet. She talks in her sleep, and got mad at us because we laughed at her mumbles. And then she woke up. Heart-to-hearts are her specialty. So is derp-ing. She belongs in coffee shops with books and a guitar. She'll discuss anything from Dr. Who to the society's view of beauty. Her hugs are the best.
Emilyann Paige, I love you best. 326.
lillian rachel.