
Name:Jay Rae Westower
Nicknme:Jinxx
Age:17
Birthday:January 2
Birth place: Brattleboro,VT
Why Hello There,
My Name is Jay Rae Westower, however I'd prefer if you called me Jinxx. My real name came from my dad who always wanted a son, so instead of Julia he named me Jay. I can honesty say I'm happy about that cause I like Jay much better than Julia. However, my family always calls me Jinxx, they call me this because they hate me and whenever something goes bad they can blame me. At least I think that's why they call me that, I just know they hate me. Anyway, I'm 17 years, I'm not young nor old so just years. I was born on January 2nd. This is probably just a way to tell people how unspecial I am because I wasn't born on the first. In fact, my mom probably waited until the second just to show me, her "hideous" child. Thanks mom.Little girl, little girl why are you cryin? Inside your restless soul your heart is dyin. Little one, little one your soul is perchin, of love and razor blades your blood is sergin.
Hair color:Blue
Height:5'6
Body type:Slim
Body mods:Snakebites
tattoos
Hair dye
Okay, well for starters my hair colors blue. My original hair was a dark brown but then I dyed it black and finally blue. Sometimes I vary and do black and blue but that doesn't happen too often. I mostly stick to the many shades of blue I can experiment with. Hmmm I'm about 5 foot 6, so i'm short. I feel really short, a lot of times I get bumped into in the halls. Next, herm, I would say I'm slim, I always try to loose weight no matter what. Plus I always forget to eat anyway. some people wonder hoe I forget to eat but I'm never around food. So I just never consume it. Okay, this is a little personal, I have 3 tattoos right now and they all mean something to me. So I have this tattooed on the back of my hand for Kingdom Hearts,I absolutly loved the video game and it practically ment my whole childhood for me. I have this tattoo on the back of my neck, the BVB symbol means so much because they have saved my live probably more than once, and their practically my heros. Than I have "Coma" on my wrist for "Christian Coma." I actually want more tattoos but I've never really gotten around to designing any yet.
Little one, little one the sky is falling, Your lifeboat of deception is now sailing. In the wake all the way no rhyme or reason your bloodshot eyes will show your hearts of treason
Okay well I'm kinda, caring, not so much lovey lovey. My parents ruined that side. They never really cared about me. I'm depressed a lot of the time and I think its because of my past. I can never really put it behind me no matter how hard I try. Someone always has to bring it back up. I'm fun to be around but nobody's really around me so nobody ever really see's that side of me. I'm classified as emo but that's just judgmental. I don't think I'm really like that, am I? Well all I really ask for in life is someone who really actually cares about me. I don't care what they looks like as long as they understand that I may not always be open at first, i'm sensitive, and quiet. But I still listen to their problems too. I love helping others, except the fact there nobody else to help. People have to understand not to judge me at first glance.
Truth is I cut myself. But you don't know how it feels to be carrying hate everywhere you go with you. I feel like taking things out on my self its the only way that helps me get my anger out. Yes, cutting brings me steps closer to the edge that I want to jump off but there's always something holding me back, i'm not sure what it is yet but its keeping me in place. I know nobody's going to miss me but I guess maybe I would miss me. Maybe that's why I don't just leave. Oh well, maybe later i'll find out.
Little girl, little girl you dirty liar. Your just a junkie preaching to the choir. Run away!
When I was 5, my mother abused me. She said I was never perfect enough. She said I wasn't the little princess I was suppose to be. My dad comforted me my entire life. He said as soon as he could he would get a divorce and move away and he would find me a new mommy. I always admired him because he married the witch and lived with her for so long. Then when I was or 8 daddy joined the army so he could make enough money for us to move away. He would occasionally come home and see my new bruises or scars and tell me everything was okay and he would be home in a couple months.
When I was 14 I started blaming myself for not being perfect, that's when I started cutting. Daddy came home again the month of my birthday. He say the scars on my wrist and asked me if mommy had made them, I told him I had started cutting because I wasn't the perfect child mom wanted. That day he gave me a big hug and told me I was the perfect child, that he loved me forever and always, that he would never leave me and he always wanted me with him.
Next year, I turned 15, February 16th I got a letter saying daddy's been captured. I ran to my room and locked myself in there for days. I starved myself and I never came out, I had a bathroom in my room so it didn't matter. Mother pounded on my door and told me to get out but I refused. I first came out when the phone rang and it was the rare occasion my mom wasn't home to answer it. They reported my dad had been killed. I locked myself in my room for another week living of candy and water. Finally my mom got my lock removed and dragged me out, beat me, and told me never to do that again. So I never did.
Last year, I got another call, they said my dad had been alive but they need ways to get him back home. I was overjoyed but I never showed it. He hasn't come home yet and my mom hasn't stopped abusing me, and I haven't stopped cutting..But i'm still waiting for the day hes going to return, and then I'll be waiting for him.
There is no place like home, when you've got no place to go.
Crush:none
BF:none
Best friend:Talk to me, if you can..
Enemies:I'll make them this year...