About

Heyya.

the name's Faythe

or Jay Jay to those of closer nature.

i'm small, 18 years of age, Purple hair and average build, i'm hyper and depressed, i'm giggly and bubbly, i might be human just like you

i dress in black with chains and spikes, i vary it with some colour, but not alot, i'm a night stalker now a true nocturnal creation of my good master i am what you would call, his evil side, i'm a good girl, when i can be bothered trying but then again i'm just a freak with a bad a** attitude, i get good grades in school, i walk alone, i sit out under the stars and walk out at night even if it's raining, i love the smell of blood for some reason and the metallic taste from it. i have a pale complection and look ill almost all the time.

i was once that sweet innocent little blonde girl next door with the ''gorgeous long hair and big blue eyes'' that could do no wrong, pfffft, ye, RIGHT! i sat and talked to myself at night only i wasn't talking to myself my old house was haunted so to say. i just saw them as more company. they were lonely and so was i. we moved away and my life started going downhill. i lost my friends, i forgot who i was and now she's trapped somewhere in the never ending blackness of, well, the shell i am now. my family started falling apart, i had become some form of criminal. and then i lost my dad. and some more friends, and now i am alone. someone asked me the other day when i look out to the horizon what do i see, and i was not allowed to answer with ''nothing but never ending vastness of space and emptiness'' so i had no answer at all. he embraced me in a hug and i had not felt one so comforting in years. my depression has grown with my lonliness and i wish to say no more about myself to you weak pathetic mortal whom have no understanding of us creatures whatsoever, you're useless...


I Miss How It Used To Be
Paranoid Should Be My Middle Name
I Hate How You Put Them Before Me.
I've Changed.
Put Up With It.