THORNE, mary jane

[MARY JANE THORNE]

MARY JANE THORNE

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FULL NAME: mary jane thorne
AGE: eighteen
MEMBER GROUP: crack head
GRADE: senior
BIRTH PLACE: chicago ill
RELIGION: raised christian, now athiest
SEXUALITY: heterosexual
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AND IF YOU SWEAR THAT

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I have no clue why the hell I’m here. I grew up in Chicago, with my parents…and my brother. I have no clue how my parents produced my brother and I. They’re both former hippies, current yuppies, own a business, blah blah blah, who cares, right? And somehow they ended up having my older brother first…now, let me tell you a little something about Thomas. Thomas is flawless, he’s perfection, the sun shines out of his ass. And I hate him with a fiery passion. It’s his fault that I’m even here. And of course he was always the favorite…of everyone. Not even just my parents, I wish it would have stopped there. We went to High School together too, he was a junior, I was a freshman. And he was some popular stud…and well, I was a total geek. And of course because he and I hardly got along, no one else in school wanted to pay me any mind. Even the other losers wouldn’t give me the time of day. And so other than being harassed by he and his asshole friends, I was completely invisible all through high school. And now I’m into drugs…I wasn’t before. I’m telling you, despite my fiery attitude I was a total goodie goodie. Not quite as sun-shining-out-of-the-ass as my big brother, but I didn’t smoke, didn’t drink, and I didn’t have my percings. And I definitely didn’t do marijuana…I probably wouldn’t have even been able to tell you what that shit is, you know? Despite what some people I went to school with may have thought. But anyway. My brother had this one friend…I don’t know. He was cute, even if he was a total dick to me. The kind of guy I couldn’t help but like, right? I always seem to find myself liking assholes who don’t even give me a second glance. It’s part of my charm I guess. Anyway, I guess whenever he was over I kind of sad with my ear against my wall trying to hear what he and my brother were saying in the next room over. Tres pathetic, non? And then my brother was going to a party, and my mom decided it would be a good idea for me to start going to his little parties as well. And so she basically forced my brother to take me…I don’t know, I was just excited because I was hoping his friend would be there and we could finally talk and he wouldn’t be a dick or something. Like on the movies, you know? Yeah, no. Instead I ended up getting trashed and losing my virginity to said guy…and hating him after. Because he pretty much fucking ignored me after that. And of course a few weeks later I got the best surprise ever. Three guesses as to what it is? Baby. Right. Perfect, right? At first I was just kind of freaking out, then I told my mom, who freaked out even more…but of course our entire family is pro-fucking-life (adjective and verb) and she was going to make me keep the bastard. And I guess I got pretty excited…I didn’t even get to the point where I was showing though, and I never got the chance to tell anyone but my mom…certainly not he babies “father”. No, instead I lost the baby when I was, what, two months along? I guess it was kind of a blow…and it all kind of spiraled down from there. I don’t even know how it happened, everything after that is a blur. I somehow ended up making friends…a few…and not the kind my brother made. My brother’s friends only got high at parties and shit…my new friends were total druggies. I mostly stuck with pot, alcohol, cigarettes…on occasion I’d snatch my mom’s depression medication or snort my dad’s back pain pills or something. Anything to numb the pain, I guess. It was an off day when I wasn’t high…and I thought my parents understood, since most of their pictures in College were them baked out of their minds. But obviously they didn’t, because they decided that sending me here was a good idea. Like this place is even supposed to help me at all, you know? Whatever. Enough about that shit, I’m a pretty epic person. Kidding, I’m not really that vain, despite what you may or may not have heard about me. More often than not I’m high, so I’m usually the sweetest girl ever, despite my sarcasm. I’m bubbly and goofy and clingy as all fuck. I swear a lot, just ignore me, it offends most, I know. And yes, back in the day I was still like this…now I can only feel like this when I’m on something. When I’m sober I feel…dead. Completely emotionless. Unfeeling. Basically I feel like nothing. So why does it matter if I smoke a little pot or drink a little rum as long as I’m actually feeling something? It kills a few brain cells, it makes me trip over my feet, whatever, it makes me happy. And happiness is the most important thing, right? Apparently not. People say I always seem "out of it" or something...I guess I am? I don't even really know. Whatever. I don’t really have much else to say. Bye?

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