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jessiccaaxx*

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Member Since: 2 Jan 2015 09:17pm

Last Seen: 13 Aug 2016 02:08pm

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i'm the girl in the background.. :)

  1. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    July 26, 2016 1:15pm UTC
    I wasn't that young...
    i knew what was going on..
    i knew what was happening.

  2. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    July 19, 2016 5:04pm UTC
    Wake up
    Wake up
    W A K E U P

  3. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    July 16, 2016 3:43pm UTC
    smile :)

  4. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    July 14, 2016 11:38pm UTC
    my life is full of regret .

  5. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    July 14, 2016 11:27pm UTC
    nothing saddens and scares me like the thought
    that i can become ugly to someone who once thought
    all the stars were in my eyes.
    (i read this somewhere and i related to it sooo)

  6. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    July 11, 2016 1:09am UTC
    Please...
    hold me...
    hold me
    and please
    never
    ever
    let go..
    because I need you
    and i just really hope
    that
    you need me too.

  7. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    May 23, 2016 12:39am UTC
    something
    is
    terribly
    wrong
    with
    m e.

  8. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    February 14, 2016 7:10pm UTC
    maybe i have anxiety
    or
    maybe it's just hard to breathe.

  9. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    February 14, 2016 7:06pm UTC
    people always leave....
    sometimes they stay.

  10. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 17, 2016 8:14pm UTC
    Day 17,
    (what you are about to read is not written by me. i found it on the internet or tumblr and i loved it so i am NOT taking credit for this. it just hit me hard.)
    You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you to wake you up but you won't and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can't even speak because the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she's never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she'll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there's something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you're gone and hurts more than anything. And you think your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn't leave the house anymore, she can't even get out of bed and she's getting thinner and thinner because it's to hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn't sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his dead baby, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that's when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she's screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they're all just sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it's gonna be okay like you always did, but this time your not there to do it, everything is dark now that you're gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in the hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. The girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don't talk to each other anymore, they don't talk to anyone, they're all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. Ms your teacher who gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can't breathe, he still calls you just to hear your voice and he talks to you on Facebook but you never message him back, he can't fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he's never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn't save you and he's never going to hold you in his arms or hear your laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallways a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you're gone, and they miss you, and they don't know why you left but it must've been there fault and they should've stopped you and they should've told you they loved more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
    But you killed everyone else around you too.
    - Anonymous (again i found on tumblr and i absolutely loved it)

  11. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    February 8, 2015 10:58pm UTC
    ||Because at the end of the day,||
    all we care about is looks!
    ||no one falls in love with your personality at first sight.||

  12. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    February 8, 2015 7:47pm UTC
    | If the broken was once the breaking, |
    and the lost were once the found,
    and the forgotten was once the loved,
    and the sad were once the happy,
    and the quiet were once the sad..?
    then what am i now..?
    the Broken?
    the lost?
    the forgotten?
    the sad?
    | the quiet? |

  13. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 25, 2015 2:37pm UTC
    | I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands |
    and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have.
    | I need to know that these people exist. |

  14. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 25, 2015 10:41am UTC
    | we accept the love we think we deserve. |

  15. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 24, 2015 9:45pm UTC
    "Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Chops"
    because that was the name of his dog
    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and a gold star
    And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
    and read it to his aunts
    That was the year Father Tracy
    took all kids to the zoo
    And he let them sing on the bus
    And his little sister was born
    with tiny toenails and no hair
    And his mother and father kissed a lot
    And the girl around the corner sent him a
    Valentine signed with a row of X's
    and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
    And his father always tucked him in bed at night
    And was always there to do it
    Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
    he wrote a poem
    And he called it "Autumn"
    because that was the name of the season
    And that's what it was all about
    And his teacher gave him an A
    and asked him to write more clearly
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because of it's new paint
    And the kids told him
    that Father Tracy smoked cigars
    And left butts on the pews
    And sometimes they would burn holes
    That was the year his sister got glasses
    with thick lenses and black frames
    And the girl around the corner laughed
    when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
    And the kids told him why
    hi mother and father kissed a lot
    And his father never tucked him in bed at night
    And his faher got mad
    when he cried for him to do it.
    Once on a paper torn from his notebook
    he wroe a pom
    And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
    because that was the question about his girl
    And that's what it was all about
    And his professor gave him an A
    and a strange steady look
    And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
    because he never showed her
    That was the year that Father Tracy died
    And he forgot how the end
    of the Apostle's Creed went
    And he caught his sister
    making out on the back porch
    And his mother and father never kissed
    or even talked
    And the girl around the corner
    wore too much makeup
    That made him cough when he kissed her
    but he kissed her anyway
    because that was the thing to do
    And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
    his father snoring soundly
    That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
    he tried another poem
    And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
    Because that's what it was really al about
    And he gave himself an A
    and a slash on each damned wrist
    And he hung it on the bathroom door
    because this time he didn't think
    he could reach the kitchen."

  16. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 24, 2015 7:16pm UTC
    | | so i gues we are | |
    who we are for a
    lot of reasons. And maybe
    we'll never know most of
    | | them. | |

  17. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 23, 2015 11:42pm UTC
    / i know these will all be stories someday. /
    / and our pictures will become old photographs. /
    / we'll all become somebody's mom or dad. /
    / BUT RIGHT NOW, THESE MOMENTS ARE NOT STORIES. /
    / this is happening. . . /
    / this one moment when you know you're not a sad story. /
    / YOU ARE ALIVE. . . /

  18. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 19, 2015 11:27am UTC
    | So, this is my life. |
    | And I want you to know that i am both happy and sad |
    | and I'm still trying |
    | to figure out how that could be. |

  19. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 18, 2015 12:07am UTC
    / "Why do you have to act like you know when you don't know?/
    / "It's okay if you don't know everything." /

  20. jessiccaaxx* jessiccaaxx*
    posted a quote
    January 4, 2015 9:16pm UTC
    |Going to McDonalds for a salad|
    |is like going to a prostitute for a hug.|

:)

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