Ｄ ｉ ａ ｎ ｅ ☯ Ｙ ｏ ｕ ｎ ｇ
"ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ sᴀʏɪɴɢ
ɪᴛ’s ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ,
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ᴡᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs."
- ɢᴇʀᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ
" ɪғ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ
ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ,
ʙᴀʙʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ,
ʙᴀʙʏ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ"
- "ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ"
ᴠ ᴀ ᴍ ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴇ
ᴡ ᴇ ᴇ ᴋ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ
ɪᴛ’s ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ,
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.
Aɴᴅ ɪғ ᴡᴇ sᴛɪᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ
ᴡᴇ’ʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜɪs."
- ɢᴇʀᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ
" ɪғ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ
ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ,
ʙᴀʙʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ, ʙᴀʙʏ,
ʙᴀʙʏ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ"
- "ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ"
ᴠ ᴀ ᴍ ᴘ ɪ ʀ ᴇ
ᴡ ᴇ ᴇ ᴋ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ
[ ｎａｍｅ ] Okay so maybe 'Diane Young' isn't my real name, to be honest my name is Jessica Vincent Young O'Connor. But you can call me Diane Young, or Vince. My mum and dad named me Jessica after my aunt who was my dads twin who died in a car crash when they were 16. My dad was kind of a dead beat and treated me and my mum really badly so I don't want to go by something that has any connection to him. Vincent was my grandfathers name on my mums side, I was always really close with him and when I was younger he would take care of me a lot and read me fairy tales. Young is my mum's last name so that's why I kept it as the name I go by. O'Connor was my dads last name so again, I don't want any connection to him. I went by Vincent Young for along time before I heard the Vampire Weekend song Diane Young and thought it was cool that it sounded like "dieing young" and because I already said that my last name was Young I chose to be called Diane. When I was younger I went by Jessica, but because I was a tom boy when I was younger most people called me Jessie. I stopped letting people call me Jessica or any form of it when I was 11 and my father left my mother for good. I went by Vincent until last year when I changed it to Diane. Please, If you don't want to call me Diane, call me Vince or Vincent. Also, if you call me Jessica I will rip your head off.
[ ａｇｅ ] Im seventeen years of age. I like being my age, I like being young and have done so much. I was always told by old ladies that I had an old soul and a certain spark. I think I've seen far to much for how young I am but that's how the world works. I mean there was kids in my school who had never seen anything, who had been sheltered there whole live. I'm just so damn curious, that's my problem. Also having a fake ID probably doesn't help but who cares, my poison is Vodka and I probably can drink more then any guy my age. I started young and 'll never stop till Im under the ground! I mean, I was born 17 years ago in a bathroom, that's an interesting start to a life, dont 'cha think.
[ ｇｅｎｄｅｒ ] I'm a girl, chick, dudette. Whatever you want to call me I am 100 % female. I have always been and I'm planning on always being one. When I was little like 5 or 6 I didn't really understand gender roles so I would dress like a guy and play with the guys at my school but I'm a bit more feminine now.
[ ｈｉｓｔｏｒｙ ] John and Jane - Before I was born and before my mum and dad met my mum was the mayor's daughter, she was the prettiest girl in the small North Californian town. She got perfect grades, was head cheerleader, the perfect highschool popular girl only that she wasn't mean and rude as most stories depict head cheerleaders. She was nice and helped younger student and took a shift at the local library reading to little kids. My dad was a foster kid that a family in the town was fostering. He was your classic bad boy, leather jacket, motorcycle, drug addiction and all. He was also very handsome as well. When he and my mum started dating both families were against it and tried to split them up. My mum turned into a party girl, her grades slipped, she started drinking and doing drugs, she wouldn't be at home for days at a time and then one day they ran away from the perfect seaside town. They lived together for another year then my mum found out she was pregnant and nine months later I was born
Jessica - I was born on the rainy evening of February 15th 1996. My dad refused to take my mum to a hospital so I was born in a hospital so I was born in the bathroom of a terrible one bedroom apartment. I was my mothers pride and joy and my father hated me because I was pretty much a cock block. My mom would spend more time with me then him and he hated it so he would drug up my mother and in her high state she would forget about me and the would do - things. I wasn't taken very good care of and when I was five my father started beating me. I would show up to school with long sleeve sweaters on in the summer months and sit in the back of class without talking to anyone. By the third grade I had a few friends but they never understood why they couldn't come over. I just told them my house was being painted. My teaches started to worry about me and when My parents found out they took me out of school and moved. I was put into school again and this time kept my mouth shut so no one knew anything. When I was nine my mum took me away from dad, we moved to Seattle but she slipped into her drug addiction and six months later my she called my dad for help. That night he came and beat her so badly she almost died. I had to call 911 and I lied that we were robbed and a burglar did it. The police bought it and for the next two years I lived like how I was used too.
Vincent - My dad left us when I was 11 and I changed my name. Me and my mum moved back to California where I met my family from that side and they helped her get back on her feet. I was put into school and I had a pretty normal life. I had two best friends Lilly and Samantha. I got teased sometimes for having a 'boys' name but growing up how I did a I beat up anyone who picked on me or anyone weaker then them. When I was 14 my mum told me all of what happened with my dad and I got really depressed. I started cutting myself and tried to kill myself once. When my suicide attempt failed I turned to marijuana and alcohol to help my problems. My mum never knew but when I was 15 I had a false pregnancy and broke down. I broke off all the friendships I had and went back to being the kid at the back of the class for the next year. The next year I met a gut who reminded me of my dad and I fell back into drinking and my mum found out and helped me stop. I pretend I did but still drink sometimes.
Diane - In the last year I've started smoking and I drink a lot more but I know my limits. My mum has a stable job and I haven't heard anything from my day. Everything's good at the moment but I still have my scars.
[ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ ] Diane is a very sarcastic and rude character. She will always make fun of you if she doesn't know you well. Her comments sting and trust me you don't want to be on her bad side. Even though her crude exterior is just a shell to keep her safe most people dislike her because they think she is a ... mean person. It is hard to get close to Diane because she pushes anyone close to her away in fear of getting hurt. It takes a determined person do befriend her and not a lot of people she knows are ready to put that much energy into a friendship. She is very secretive and private and even if you do manage to make her trust you which is very hard she will most likely not tell you anything. She has never been in a committed relationship because she hates what her dad did to her mother and no one has not gotten that close to her. When you do know her well Diane will protect you at all costs, because no matter how scared she is of getting hurt she is much more scared of seeing someone she cares about being hurt. She has a soft spot for little kids and will always be nice to them. Diane is also you typical party girl. She loves to drink and ... get intimate with random people. She doesn't trust easy and is actually very insecure about her looks and body, and mostly her scars.
rebel please
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