Ok, so here's the thing. I'm a bad witch. Not bad as in evil, I'm a good witch in that regard. I'm just bad at being a witch.
I hate rituals. I don't really celebrate the seasons. (Well except that I love summertime).
I don't believe in magic. Ok, ok...let me explain. I believe in "magic" insofar as I believe that magic is simply unexplained science. I pin spells on pinterest. I read witchcraft books. I believe in the power of the mind. "Willing" something to be, the power of positive thinking, all that jazz. But. I believe there is a scientific explanation for everything.
I never really thought that's who I was. I *wanted* to believe in the magic of fairy tales. All my life. I practically lived in the occult section of the library in elementary, middle, and high school. Even into adulthood. My favorite tv shows and movies have always been supernatural in nature.
I'm a skeptical believer, if that makes any sense. I'm Mulder and Scully rolled into one.
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