Facts About Me:

-- I'm seventeen.

-- I taught myself to write.

-- I've never broken a bone.

-- Angels and their history intrigue me.

-- I'm obsessed with putting things in line.

-- I've stunted my growth. Thank you caffeine.

-- Je suis dans l'amour avec la langue française.

-- Money hardly means anything to me, I don't need it to be happy.

-- I'm a friend of Death's, he and I are very close: we know a lot about each other.

-- I believe there's something special about the number 713. It's also my favorite number.

-- I write more original pieces than Fan-Fiction, and I'm trying to complete my first publishable novel.

-- I believe I've met the boy I'm supposed to spend eternity with. Unfortunately, I'm not his Cinderella.

-- My characters don't talk to me, nor I to them. (This is now a lie. My characters have suddenly become very vocal and it's sort of driving me mad.)

There are four people who have influenced my life. I realize they are human beings with normal families, upbringings, and lives. None of these which I've had the luxury of experiencing. I know this normality hinders them of being able to understand and cope with my being and personality, pushing them so far that they ultimately give up on me. I know it's not their faults, but that doesn't stop my human, primitive instinct from hating them for it. Overall though, I love them very much. Who they once were can never come back to me, I understand that, because who they were didn't become who they are now for a reason, and even though half of them didn't have the option of walking forward, the other two never gave me a backward glance.

Every line, every word I have and will write belongs to them. They made me who I am today. They sculpted my smile, molded my memories, and defined my disposition. Without them I would be nothing.

My mom, however, is the one person who has remained by my side no matter what. She and I have been through hell and back several times together, and yet here she still stands. I honestly believe she will be the only one still standing beside me in the end. I love her for everything she is: my backbone, my lifeline, my everything. She supports who I am and the decisions I make, and she accepts and loves me for exactly who I am, and in the end that's all that really matters.