My name is Amelia, and you won't meet another girl like me. I'm a girl, a child, a woman, a friend, a foe, a hero, a saint and a sinner (if you believe in that sortof thing.) I've got magic in my fingers, a universe in my eyes, a story in my head and clouds beneath my feet. I'm not alive, but I'm not dead (not yet.) and I keep that in mind. I am made the way I am, not because of a God or a higher power, but because I was brought up this way. By my parents, by people, by the world and all the sickness within it. If anyone says I'm twisted, they have themselves to blame.

I have a lot of quirks. I make weird noises when I'm trying to do things. I like dead things, the idea of dead things, and the fact that my liking makes people uncomfortable. I believe in magic, faeries (but not the cute little things with wings), ghosts and aliens, and cryptozoology is awesome.I paint my face with makeup, I have a stupid laugh, my toes are baby sized and I read more than almost anyone I know.

I still can't figure out if I'm an optimist or a pessimist, and I still don't know if I ever will. I'm incredibly pessimistic about the world, but when it comes to individal lives, I try to stay on the sunny side of life. (haha.) People come to me for advice, and I think I'm pretty good at giving it. My last name means something, damnit.

I'm an eclectic Pagan (no, I don't want to explain) and I'm proud. I'm open-minded to all religions and whatnot, however, and I'll never force my beliefs on anyone. I love trees. They are my friends.

All in all, I'm really just a girl who wants her happy ending.

Is that so much to ask?