Why, hello there!
I'm Jess.
16 years old.
I guess I'm just your average girl.
& this will be your average page of info that you in no way needed to know
But if you actually take time to read it,
I commend you. *applause*
So, where do I start?
Oh, yes.
I have two very important boys in my life right now.
My cats,
Jeremiah and Spooky.
They're very furry gracious creatures,
and I'm in love with them.
Hmm, well Taylor Swift is my life.
She's my inspiration and my role model.
She brings flawlessness to a new level.
If you insult me, you're dead meat.
If you insult my idol, I'm feeding you to my dogs.
My dogs are vicious animals.
They're both maybe about two feet tall.
One is a Pembroke Corgi (Charlie)
and the other one (Archie) is a Basenji mix.
I have one brother.
His name is Nathanael.
My brother is one of my best friends.
He's an odd boy,
and he doesn't have an abundance of friends himself,
but I love him to the moon and back.
He always sticks by my side even when he probably shouldn't.
'Cause I can be a serious beyaatch.
I was born and raised in the wonderful New Jersey.
I moved to Tennessee in June 2012.
As much as I miss NJ, Tennessee has come to be a really good place for me.
Megan & Liz, and Ed Sheeran are also some of favorite singers.
I listen to all kinds of music.
Instead of me listing a million names of artists/singers/bands,
if you actually care, you can look at my likes and stations on Pandora.
http://www.pandora.com/profile/jessicap7499
I play a little flute.
AHAHA, jk.
I played flute for like half a year but I suck at it.
I do play a little piano and guitar though.
I'm in the process of teaching myself.
YEAH! *gives self high-five*
I play World of Warcraft
'cause it's awesome sauce.
FOR THE HORDE.
The Walking Dead, Pretty Little Liars, Prison Break,
American Horror Story, Orange is the New Black,
Sword Art Online, Sherlock,
Catfish: The TV Show, and Grey's Anatomy
are the best shows of all time.
Seriously, I watch way too much TV + Netlfix.
I like food.
I really like food.
Like, I really really like food.
Tacos & Mac N' Cheese are the bomb.com.
....
It's time to get serious.
I'll admit that I've made a lot of mistakes in my life.
But I accept that
because I'm human.
And humans make mistakes.
There is no such thing as someone who is absolutely perfect.
This world is crumbling.
The walls are falling,
and more and more people are breaking.
We're falling apart.
This is the end of the world.
Not because a catastrophic event is gonna happen.
But because of us.
The people.
Personally, I think everyone needs to shape the f//k up.
When you catch up with reality,
it's a God d/mn shame.
Because nothing is as good as it seems.
Major Depression: | High |
Dysthymia: | High-Moderate |
Bipolar Disorder: | Extremely High |
Cyclothymia: | Extremely High |
Seasonal Affective Disorder: | Very High |
Postpartum Depression: | N/A |
Take the Depression Test |
Once on a yellow piece of
paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because
that was the name of his dog
And
that’s what it was all about
And his
teacher gave him an A
and a gold
star
And his
mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read
it to his aunts
That was
the year Father Tracy
took all
the kids to the zoo
And he let
them sing on the bus
And his
little sister was born
with tiny
toenails and no hair
And his
mother and father kissed a lot
And the
girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine
signed with a row of X’s
and he had
to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his
father always tucked him in bed at night
And was
always there to do it
Once on a
piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because
that was the name of the season
And
that’s what it was all about
And his
teacher gave him an A
and asked
him to write more clearly
And his
mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of
its new paint
And the
kids told him
that
Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left
butts on the pews
And
sometimes they would burn holes
That was
the year his sister got glasses
with thick
lenses and black frames
And the
girl around the corner laughed
when he
asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the
kids told him why
his mother
and father kissed a lot
And his
father never tucked him in bed at night
And his
father got mad
when he
cried for him to do it.
Once on a
paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That’s why on the
back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.