Sometimes self expression takes a weird face. Sometimes, it comes in the way of a blog post, something simple perhaps just the way you do your makeup.

I am always searching for new ways of self expression. I am always looking for new ways to figure out who I am; I have gone through so much, so many different phases just to get where I am now. That spiritual phase, which I tried to “enlighten myself”, which I suppose led me here, is an example to blame.

I ask that if anyone I know personally find these scribbled thoughts, please don’t share this blog. I needed a place where I could put my high ramblings and thoughts about life. I need somewhere that I can express every though I have in a freeform way. I need somewhere to journal, and talk about what’s going on in my life. Please respect that.

I guess this calls for an introduction. I don’t mean to sound like that female protagonist in a Disney Channel Original Movie that starts off with her saying that whole cliché about what her name is, and she’s not a plastic, goth, or emo- she’s just an average girl. Just her]. Nothing more, nothing less. And then she talks about her crush, head of the football team, sports all star, and equally edgy star student, Jake. You know what I’m talking about. It’s the American movie cliché somehow EVERYTHING in the movie is so typical of a movie, and not real life.

Anyways, I’m Jessie. I’m 16, punk music lover, riot grrrl wannabe, fucking weeaboo, confused, gay, and egalitarian. I don’t want to sound like one of those special snowflakes who list their kin types, and their different sexualities that they have printed on different colored buttons with made up words.

I have a girlfriend. I have three hickies, two on my collarbone and one near my neck from said girlfriend. I have a dog. No hickies from said dog.

I’m trying to find myself. I shouldn’t need an explanation. I just want to connect with myself and others, expand my words on a page. I want to be able to help others. I want to document what I do. I am trying my best.

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