These are all me.
This picture means one thing to you: BACK OFF. <3
Real Name: Jax
Age: However I feel
YIKES! She's questing again!!
This time, for Angelic Manner and The Lusty Scoundrel. go me. :3
I'm a nice person. I hate violence. I hate rudeness. I hate mean people. I don't care where it is or how it's done. There is no need not to be nice, no matter whether it's real world, or the internet. Even if it's a game. You can be nice.
I love making new friends. I don't care if you're a "noob" or whatever. I'll be a good friend to you. I won't ever let my friends down.
My hobbies are Photography, Art, and Music.
Who I am is what is most important to me. I don't want to, nor try to, be anyone else other than me. I've gone through every stage in life, trying all different things, until I formed who I was. I enjoy cosplaying, writing poems and songs, I express myself with more than just words, I enjoy making new friends. I enjoy taking pictures to capture a moment. I enjoy seeing how far I can push my own potential.
I love all the things that make me ME, and not you. Even the bad.
I wouldn't ever lie about myself, because there is no one I would want to pretend to be.
So either take me or leave me, I have enough in my life without you.
If you want to be my friend, click the add button, and click the "comment" or "message" button, I love making new friends, and I love talking to new people.
If you plan on flirting, prepare to meet my fiancee. If you plan on not even having class, never expect to talk to me again.[/center]
MONTH ONE: Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby. MONTH TWO: Mommy, Today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It is so nice and warm in here. MONTH THREE: You know what, Mommy? I'm a boy!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad, too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me. MONTH FOUR: Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it, too. MONTH FIVE: You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby, Mommy... your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion? MONTH SIX: I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy! HELP me! MONTH SEVEN Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me, Mommy? EVERY ABORTION IS JUST... One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. If you're against abortion, put this in your profile.
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Jax's Journal Thingy
random blah blahs....... rants..... whatever lol