bose, jack.

[jack bose]

jack samedi bose - fifteen - sophomore - female - straight - juno - est - julija steponaviciute

let's do this in chapters, shall we? the first will be titled life sucks, the second you're dying anywayt, and the third will be santa's not real.

one. life sucks. i was born on a hot summer day and i like to believe the rest of my life was influenced by this fact. my mother was consistently heart-wrenchingly depressed and deprived, so on and so forth, and my father worked constantly out of the garage on some stupid project that made him world famous later. did i give two flying fucks? no. it didn't effect me half as much as ten out of every fifteen 'neglected' children will say it did, and do you know why? because i had friends novel concept, i know. but it's weird, if you meet people who you like more then your family, and you spend time with those people, your life will be okay. unfortunately my friends were always older, always dangerous and that changed me from innocent little jewel to confident, sexy girl who knew what she was doing with her body and when she was doing it, who wore louboutins to every possible event and who could kick ass in a mosh pit. i was thirteen when i lost my virginity and it kept going from there,i spent the rest of my days kicking ass and taking names and this might sound weird, fuck, i know it sounds weird, but by being nouveau-riche, i found solace in the fact that humanity meshes in an area where no one wants it to. i liked rubbing the fact that white trash was famous, rich, beautiful, into people's faces and i did so frequently, all the time, actually. when i hit fourteen, though, things changed. my parents didn't want me, they didn't love me, they hurt my feelings, whatever the fuck you want to hear from me. it was to the point where i was being held back in school because they wouldn't get me what i needed for classes, and so i hired a particular italian hunk of man meat to come help me out with the situation. he did, and my parents were 'corrected' (ha, fucking love grady from the shining) and i was set back on my way to being princess jewel. unfortunately, the people that mr. italian hunksicle worked for didn't like it. we had to run away and change our names, boohoo. so away from italy we went, and all the way to america's most plush boarding school, where we're planning n staying for a while. i went from jewel to jack and i leaked my suicide into the ocean to the press, so no one knows i ever existed, ever did exist. woo! so yeah, you could say actually being dead to everyone who ever knew who you were would suck. at least i'm not dead.

two. you're dying anyway. i think people who don't do shit are fucking retarded. you only have so long on the earth before you die and whatever you believe in happens. so you might as well do what you want, right? so what if you go to prison, because it's only like ten years or whatever until you get out and then you die, you always die. everyone always dies. you can't live past your own life, it's the longest damn thing anyone's ever done and that's the honest-to-god truth, i don't give a shit what anyone says. you don't live on for an eternity in some place above the earth because that's fucking stupid, it defies the laws of physics and you just.. die. you die. nothing happens. after you die, you sit in a hole in the ground or in ashes in a vase until some snot-nosed kid comes along and breaks you, and then you get scattered all over the place. but that's it. it's not some kind of enlightening experience. you are going to die. you're dying right now. morbid? yes. might as well do something good with your time left.

three. santa doesn't exist. hate to burst your bubble. actually, no, i don't. i love bursting people's bubbles.