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Name: Jessicka
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 3/4/1988
Gender: Female
Expertise: Traumatizing random people, castrating people with kiddy sizzors/plastic sporks, peircings, fucking up peoples live, ect.
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  suicidalbliss66
Member Since:
3/22/2004
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| Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: Very High
Schizoid: Moderate
Schizotypal: Very High
Antisocial: High
Borderline: Very High
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: High
Dependent: Moderate
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
URL of the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv
URL for more info: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html
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| <table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"><tr><td width="180"><font face="arial" size="-1"><b>Disorder</b></font></td><td width="120"><font face="arial" size="-1"><b>Rating</b></font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid">Paranoid</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1">Very High</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid">Schizoid</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1">Moderate</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal">Schizotypal</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1">Very High</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial">Antisocial</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1">High</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline">Borderline</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#ff0000" face="arial" size="-1">Very High</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic">Histrionic</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1">Moderate</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic">Narcissistic</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1">Moderate</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant">Avoidant</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1">High</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent">Dependent</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1">Moderate</font></td></tr><tr><td><font face="arial" size="-1"><a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive">Obsessive-Compulsive</a>:</font></td><td><font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1">High</font></td></tr><tr><td colspan="2" align="center"><font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"><br>-- <a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv">Personality Disorder Test - Take It!</a> --</font></td></tr></table><br>
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| Dear Die-ary,
I feel fuckin' sick -_-;; I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much. @_@ heh heh. I have a headache. ;-; I went to Jenna's party on Saturday, and got drunk off my ass. That was the first time I have ever gotten sick from too much alcohol. x_x But it was fun... until everyone had a hangover the next day... that sucked. I think I might still have one... I dunno.Yesterday I went to the mall and stole a shitload of stuff. I got a spiked choker with a D-ring in the middle from Hot-Topic, some arm warmers, some Emily Strange socks, some more white face powder, I a pot leaf wallet, and a pentacle wrist band thingy. heh heh. It was fucking great. i think I wanna go again this weekend. I need a cigarette... x_x and some sleepy time. So uh... I'm gonna go.
-Jessicka
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| Dear Die-ary,
Okay. I decided I'm going to talk. Saturday, when I spent the night at Sara's house we decided we wanted to get drunk for the second night in a row. Then we went out front to smoke a ciggarette, and we ended up seeing a guy named Juan, that we had met on Halloween. He asked us what we were doing tonight and we told him we were going to drink. I ended up giving him $4.00 for a 20/20 (which I had never had.) He got back, gave it to us, and went back home. He called my cell later, (because like a dumbass I gave it to him. And I told him to come over and party with us. We ended up drinking in the front yard, and it just so happened that I got more drunk than I ever have before. When I started to pass out, the fucker whipped it out, and started forcing me to do things with him. IN HER FRONT FUCKING YARD! She later had to carry me inside the house. I fell asleep like half an hour later, and the next morning I left to go home. I just wanted to see my boyfriend... I remember everytime I would get upset, I'd wait till the end of school because I knew I would feel better just seeing him. At the time I had told no one what had happened except Sara. But I started to breakdown, so i made the decision tto call up one of my closest friends and ask her what I should do. I can't tell my brother inlaw because last time something lilke that happened... uh... yah. And I don't feel it would be right to put them through more shit... after all, they're finnally to tthe point to where they are atleast happy.I can't even imagine how long I've been waiting to see that. And that'swhat really keeps me alive. Is seeing that they're happy, and that I don't have to do more damage or ruin that in any way...But anyway, I talked to my other friend, and brokedown even more in the process. I didn't tell her exactly what was going on, but I told her the basics and asked her if I should tell my boyfriend. She told me I needed to... So I did... I remember talking to my famioly and them telling me that if anything is to happen to me like that to tell them. I always told them I would after what happened the time before. Although now I feel I can't... it's m,y own fault. I don't want to put them through anymore than I already have. I feel better now though. Atlest better than yesterday... I'm just hoping it doesn't hit me really bad, and I end up doing something stupid like hurting myself... but to prevent that, I decided that I would ask my mom today if I canget a new councilor. I'm not nessacerally going toi tell her exactly why, but I figured the counsilor might be able to help me get it out to my mom.But anyway... I don't think I really want to go into details about what happened. Not at the moment anyway...
-Jessicka
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| Dear Die-ary,
Wow. I had an interesting weekend. My mom had a garage sale with her friend from work... it sucked. Then I went to the movies with my sister, her fiance, and his friend to see "The Punisher". It was great. Then I started freaking out because I couldn't open my jaw hardly annd it started to get numb and burn. Then it spread to my back somehow. I called the heathcare hotline like I used to twice a day when I was always paranoid, thinking I always had something wrong with me and that I was gonna die. They said I'd be fine. But I had to go to my Dentist and get treated for my TMJ. XD I went out back to see Blue (my sis' fiance) to tell him what was going on, and he said to me... You wanna make your jaw feel better? And he handed me a glass of homeade wine. It was good.So I drank until the bottle was emptied by the three of us. ;-; It was fun. ^-^ We stayed up til about 3:30 drinking, and then we went to bed.... Now I want Alcohol. ;-; Oh well. I stayed home alone for like 16 hours yesterday. I tried calling up my boyfriend to see if he could come over (since he just lives right across the street). (KINKY THOUGHTS) heh heh.No. But uh... I dont know. Well, I'm gonna go type in my other journals. I guess. Blah.
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