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And The Hero Will Drown

Im Jessie. Im not a fake or a poser. Im a writer. I write because every time I try to say something it never comes out right. Writing makes me feel. My words arent just words they are my soul. They are my excuse to escape the reality of this world and enter my own. I always have a pencil and eraser in my pocket and a notebook glued in my hand. You will rarely find me other ways. The only way I ever make sense is when i'm writing though other people can rarely see this. If I could live on being a poet and novelist that is what I would be. Im too deep sometimes for my own good, but the problem is I never show it. I rarely show emotions. One might call me apathetic. Id rather not let people in. The only people that close to me are my best friends. I dont have many friends, period. Im not shy im quiet. I think I could live a loner and be content. Well maybe not because deep down i'm a hopeless romantic who just wants to find the guy that can come up and hug her from behind and whisper I love you in her ear. I love eyeliner though I dont wear it much because I get yelled at when im home and I either smear or cry it off. I have been labeled as emo before but I prefer not to label people or myself. People are not soup cans and dont need to be treated as such. I want to make a difference in someones life. I love reading. I hate labels but I name drop. I love art, if I knew how to snowboard I would love that too. Im sensitive and shallow. Randomness is over-rated. New friends are golden since they are hard to come by. Pete Wentz is a god. Good days are rare but I never show this. Connor Oberst is a god. You probably stopped reading this because i'm not important to anyone. I grew up the goody goody catholic child that was perfect in every aspect on behaving. Now if you talk to my parents I have a sudden attitude problem and need to change it. I agree but maybe its because I cant stand them. I threw all my preppy cloths out the window along with the country cds I used to collect. That part of my past is dead and buried and I never want to relive it again. The thing I want most is to just leave this town and everyone in it. To start over by myself someplace new where they dont know me. I just need to get out of my house. As all teenagers might say no one understands me, no one but the music and my words. Music is my life. With out it I would die. The songs keep me sane and going from day to day. Writing is in my blood. None of this makes sense. It wasnt supposed to.

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