My name is Jessy and I'm fifteen.
You can call me whatever floats your boat; I won't respond.
I'm not going to lie and say I like life, because I hate life.
I don't back down easy to any shit that's thrown my way.
And there was a boy, because there's always a boy.
But I broke his heart, and I can't bring myself to care.
Now that he's given up on me, I'm tempted to give up on myself.
It's okay, though, because I treat the people around me like shit.
I like photo booths, kitty whiskers, and watching my best friend fall asleep on me.
I'm tired of having expectations and watching people fall short every time.
I have a hard time believing in anyone anymore.
I've only gotten hurt thus far because I let people hurt me.
My days start with waking up and end with sleeping, just like yours.
I won't live by anyone's standards, I won't let anyone change who I am.
You can live your life the way you want to, and I'll live mine the way I want to.
You either take me as I am, or you leave me the fuck alone.
I try to keep a smile on my face, but sometimes I just don't give a damn.
I'm just trying to keep my shit together.
This is where I keep track of my music and
this is where I keep track of my mind.