Likes: the color red, the color purple, the shade black, the shade white, painting, oil pastel, messy hair, drugs, alcohol, tormenting assholes, hanging out with people who aren't complete imbeciles, tons of music(see below), lots and lots of pasta any kind of pasta, abstraction, neon shades of green, blue, red, etc. etc., reading, meditating, relaxing, working on something i enjoy, dusk, dawn, blood, the moon, roses, red hot pokers(flowers), dandelions, tattoos, all kinds of body modification, anything taboo, animals, large and/or poisonous spiders, people who know themselves, potatoes COVERED in cheese, a well placed joke, odd paintings, unusual people, blood, free thought/expression, etc. etc. etc. this could take awhile

Dislikes: annoying people, jerks, phony assholes, people with no common sense, people overly moral, people too lacking in morals (when I say this, I mean EXTREMELY immoral, beyond any possible reason kind of immoral), petty arguments, trivial people, lustfulness for objects one doesn’t need, hunting (ESPECIALLY trophy hunting!!!), small and/or non poisonous spiders, people who think they have no talent for art (everyone has talent, it’s just a matter of using it!), people who are good at something and claim they aren’t, skinny people that say they’re fat, fat people who say they’re skinny, preppy stuck-up snobby bitches/jocks, people who try too hard, potatoes not covered in cheese, immaturity to the point there is no serious time, gossip/rumors, cowards, clingy people (the kind that don’t go away when you want them to!), stalker-like people (the more extreme version of clingy people, the kind that you‘d have to beat with a shovel to make them leave you alone), racists, nazi bastards; god…this list could go on for eternity!

If I am worthless, you don’t exist.

I’m not you. I will never be. Fuck off.

I’m not sorry.

I’m not attractive. You don’t have to tell me so.

Self-inflicted violence is my savior.

I smoke cigs to keep myself from killing you. Don’t lecture me too hard now. Who knows what might happen.

No, “the medication” does not make me this way.

When I crash and burn, I want to sizzle louder than you ever have and ever will.

I’m selfish about my own self-loathing.

I’m nihilistic….

I’m apathetic towards the plight of your fucking fingernails or hair gel. Go get a new hobby.

I’m a pessimist…eternally. Keep your goddamned half-empty glasses away from me! You don’t need to “test” my pessimism.

The drugs are not a negative thing. They are but another flow opening up the darkened corners of my mind that relieve my urges to destroy.

Poetry is my escape.

Any bandage will eventually come off. Do not “heal” my wounds. I pour enough salt in them as it is.

I’m not some “lost child of God.” Nor have I been in any way lead astray by anyone save for myself.

‘Git ‘R’ Dun’ is the most horrible phrase ever uttered by the moronic Neanderthals that walk upon this earth.

Your tears mean nothing to me.

I am the person in a laughing contest with a wall, telling a joke that no one else understands.

I am a person alone in a dark room humming myself to sleep with the echoes of silent screams.

If you don't know for sure that I don't hate you...I probably do.

I hate idiots...with an extreme passion.

I am NOT suicidal.
Don't preach at me about my scars. They're there for a reason.

Don't preach at me because I'm not "Christian." If I cared what you thought I would seek you out.

I do not hate all Christian people. Just the retarded ones who feel the need to preach where it's not wanted.

I am who I am. Don't like it? Too fucking bad.

I will not be who you want me to be.

Your life is not the pathway to enlightenment. And if you tell me it is you're wrong.

You are not better than me. If you think you are...You're wrong.

Indulgence is reality. Get over it.

If I misspell one word, don't taunt me about it. I'll correct ten that you spelled incorrectly just in the words you used to tell me about my one.

You can correct my spelling. Learn the difference between correcting and taunting. Imbecile.

My name is not "Goth," "Freak," "Wierdo," or any of the other various labels you will put on me. It's Jessi.

If I'm not afraid to die, what makes you think I'm afraid of you?

No, I still don't care.

I am bisexual. I am female. If you do not like who I am, don't notice.

What I am to you is not what you mean to me.

If you do notice, and don't like it? I don't give a shit.

Lust and indulgence rule human nature, second only to violence.

You are not “pure” if you’ve only masturbated 10 times ‘like ever.’

What I am to you is not who I am.

You are not “pure” if you’ve ever sexually thought about any person.

Fornication is healthy. Unsafe fornication is not.

What I am to you is not who you need.

Your Messiah is not mine. Your savior, saint, reality, hypocrisy, or anything else…is probably not mine either.

To make amends with my past, is to make amends with the memories that haunt me.

The past deeds, atrocious as they may be, are in the past.

It’s odd to think the most beautiful dreams are the ones in which I die.

As my last breath disappears into the fog… I hope you ponder silently to yourself: “What was it that I thought was so wrong with her thoughts. Why did I not see the truth behind those words…?”

Cursors by Xquizit_442