another breed of corporate pigs...
My name is Jess. I'm 13. I'm a horrible person. I'm not worth it. I'm crap. Let me just get that out of the way before anything else. I kind of want to be a writer, but nothing makes me happier than music, do I'm really stuck. I've been told that I was a good writer, but I kind of suck at singing. There are only about 2 things in my life that I'm not open about. My blog is a mess, which, in a way, reflects me. Don't expect me to be on cutepeopleoftumblr. I would laugh really hard if that happened. I'm fugly. Okay. I usually don't use smilies. .gifs work much better. I change a lot. I change my page title once a week and my url about once a month. I enjoy change, and usually I enjoy people. I usually follow back, unless you're annoying or irrelevant. I post whatever the fuck I want. I'm on tumblr because knives scare me. Long story that I would probably tell if you asked. I just don't want to make a post.
I AM BATMAN
HAH.
PAHAHAHAHAH!
MAN, FUCK YOU AND YOUR HOUSE. YOU TELL THEM, MR. T-REX. :D
HAHAHAH.
I AM BATMAN. :D
always.
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oh, my god.
- Annoying girl from my homeroom: Ease up on the eyeshadow. You look weird.
- Me: Wow. *laughs* I'm not even wearing make-up today. I have circles under my eyes.
- Annoying girl from my homeroom: Oh.
I want to cry. But I can’t. I don’t want my mother to see me not being happy-go-lucky like she thinks I am.
I have to write an essay. About me. GOD. Do not want.
It’s the first motherfucking day of school. FHDRFREYTUH
story time with jessica part uno
I went in to homeroom. I knew two people. I was all 
and then I got my schedule and I was all 
because I got art and usually you had to sign up for art which I didn’t. But I was happy as fuck and everyone else was like 
and then I went to art class and I was all 
but by the end I was like 
and then I had math which meant I got lost even though this is my second year at this school and I saw my friend and I was all 
and there was only one seat left so I sat in front of this guy named nick (I knew him last year) and he cleared his throat like he always does so I was like 
and then they re-arranged the seating and the teacher was like “OKAYS WE DO LOTS ON DA BOARD SO IF YOU ARE BLINDZZ THEN GO SIT IN THE FRONT TWO ROWS HERPIDY DERP” and I tried to but everyone got there before me so I just stood there all awkward and then he was like “DO YOU WANT TO SIT IN DA THRID” so I was like 
. middle third row. W8 4 IT. THEN HE STARTED DOING IT BY THE ALPHABET ALL ~AROUND~ ME AND THE GUY I LIKED LAST YEAR THAT FOUND OUT DUE TO MY IDIOT FROM TRYING TO “PUT IN A GOOD WORD FOR ME HERPA DERPA” SAT NEXT TO ME and it was so intensely awkward I couldnt even and i was like 
and den da bell rings and I go to science with my friend and the teacher was just so ugh I was all 
and then i had ~~~HUMANITIES~~~ and the teacher was awesome he will be my new favorite and I was all 
and then I had study and fucking nick sat mext to me and was all **moody** and I was like 
and when the bell rang for lunch i tried to talk to him in the hallway and he was all “NOT NOW JESSICA.” and I was like 
and then we had luch and I was all 
and then I went back to study and nick was like 
and then I had lating and the teacher talked like a baby omg “you wiwl have wowksheets” and I was like 
and then I had ELA with a teacher that I used to have study with and I was just like 
because I hate her AND THEN I WENT ON THE BUS AND THE KID I HATE FROM LAST YEAR WAS ON IT AND I WAS ALL 
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