LittleYuuki

I’m angry. The rush of not giving a fuck is wearing off. I try to focus on myself but nobody can keep up with me. I run around in circles and plot my escape. I want to shut off my brain because the images just won’t erase. I try to ignore the urges to think about the one thing I will never truly have. Love. There it is again. The word is like a merry-go-round. Since there is a resemblance between love and hate why is it love? Fearing that the emotion might one day change me into the rebel. The whore. Dedicated to my dick. I crave flesh along my fingertips. When will you return once you have me? Will you turn around as you leave, k

Alright. So here's a little update about me. I go by the name Jade and I was born and raised in Thunder Bay. I'm 5'7 and not made out of muscle. I always try to smile and live in the moment. My teeth still shine and my face is sometimes adorable. I might be a bitch, but only on my bad days. I'm obsessed with experiencing new things to replace the unchangeable past. I'm always honest and I'm never anyone else but myself. I love getting to know people and studying them amuses me. I have very few friends by choice. My pets are my children and I respect their rights as "people". I joined DeviantArt to change my life and connect with people who un

I didn't own a computer, so whenever I got the chance to check my emails, I would. My inbox was unnecessarily full of spam and in between every hundred or so emails, there would be one specifically addressed to me. The most resent email was from Tamara, "Jade, mom says to come home." was all she wrote. I slightly smirked then realised the email was already a few weeks old. Tamara knew I wouldn't come back even if she asked me to, so I double clicked the 'reply button' then wrote back, "Tell mom I love her." I sent it then scavenged through my inbox once more. The next email was from Madelynn, "I know you probably hate me, but I