Once upon a time, there was this jerk-ass son of a bitch fucker named jessica. She had multiple personality disorder and was a histronic drama queen with a touch of narcissism. One day, she greeted her friend Bloodmortica with the usual "whats wrong? are you ok?". Her friend snapped abd decided to tell her that she was hurting herself by cutting and burning to shut Jessica the Fuckface up. Jessica, oh, she cried, she made promises and taped get-well cards to Bloodmorticas locker. Then two months later, she pretends to be depressed too and begins cutting with a stupid polka dot paper clip. She actually calls Bloodmortica the first time she cuts, and sobs and sighs to her over the phone. Bloodmortica, would like nothing more than to stab her to death. After that, she proceeds to steal lines from Bloodmortica and XbloodXfeederX's poems and use them for her own. Over the course of 3 months, Jessica teh FuckFace continues to carry on long IM conversations with Bloodmortica, inwhich she recites long boring poems describing every molecular detail of her cutting expeditions, and ends up making it sound more like dancing than an SI ritual. Jessica the Fucktard decided to reinact the favorite scene from a soap opera, and picks a flower and promises to never cut again. 2 days later, she IMs bloodmortica and tells her she lied. "Promises have to have hope". Bloodmortica explodes, calls her a fake, and vows that she will never, ever listen to another one of her pathetic vents ever again. Finally, today, jessica the fuckjerk sends a note over to Bloodmortica and XbloodXfeederX, saying that she attempted suicide over teh weekend. When i see the cut on her wrist, it makes me want to laugh. It is only an inch long, it is so incredibly narrow, no dried blood on it at all. It looks like a little pink scratch. If that is considered a suicide attempt, then civilization as we know it is goign downhill. after about 3 hours she relents and actually choses on her own free will to tell the counselor. what. the fucking hell. Good luck Jessica you fucking idiot, i hope you never come out of therapy. after all, this is what you wanted right? to be just another sick fuckign statistic? congradulations. how strong are you now.