I have had a short life.
I have not done anything spectacular or awe-inspiring.                              
I survived being born --              
and gaining a little brother.                                    
I was, and am, an odd child.
I can be quiet or loud—when I want.            
I learned to read at a young age, and read for hours on end.                  
My mother would find me    
curled up under a desk,
on a table,
under my bed, reading.                                                     
I still haven't grown out of that.                                       
I hate spiders.                    
Always have.                       
I love art.                                
Always will.                            
I draw, I paint, I watercolor.
My watercolors are the best.            
I eat like an Italian, (I am one)
loads of garlic,                      
loads of pasta,                          
loads of bread and fruit.
I am Irish,
Italian,
English,
Scottish,
French,
Russian,
German,
and Welsh.                       
I am a purebred mutt, and I am damn proud.
I speak Italian (and English) and a little bit of French.                                    
I can swear in those and seven more languages.                   
I am a nerd and proud.         
Neil Gaiman and J.R.R. Tolkien are my heroes.                           
I have a sweet tooth the size of the Americas.                    
I love red velvet cake, (especially my mum's)
fresh peaches, (sunset-colored and juicy)
and ketchup. (that's why my hair is red)           
I have fallen in love --      
and out of love just as easily.                                         
I've had two boyfriends –
and one girlfriend.                              
I dance where no one can see me,                                             
sing when no one can hear me,                                                   
act when I have no audience;                                  
sometimes in the dark.                  
I watch old movies with stars like
Humphrey Bogart,
Bette Davis,
Jimmy Stewart,
Groucho Marx,    
and John Wayne.                        
I have walked down the street
and started crying for no reason at all.                                 
I hate my father for breaking up our family,   
for forcing my mum to move us away from him,
for making my brother cry.                                          
I love my mum and bratty brother
for putting up with me,                                    
for laughing with me and at me,                                            
for just being my family.                                      
I want to go to Montana again,
and Italy for the first time.                                                   
I love being in a place where I am loved for being me,                                     
and only me.                                                             
I'm a girl,
an artist,
a snark.                      
I'm a woman,
a redhead,
a dancer in the dark.                                          
I'm a poet,
a joker,
the dreamer in the park.                                                         
Je suis le Reveuse et le Reve.            
(I am the Dreamer and the Dream)                                  
I believe in faeries,
(especially the goblins that steal my socks)
and that somewhere out there,
an alien is laughing his ass off at us.                                               
I believe in magic,
and that I have the courage to be weird.                          
Thank you.