I'm a bitch, I'm a lover...

*stops singing and sits in the middle of the floor, cross-legged, her arms around a pillow and her eyes gleaming, just a hint of amusement in her tone*

Whore. Slut. Bitch. Untrustworthy, two-faced (seven-faced, actually, but we won't go into that), psychotic, schizo little freak-child. Immature. Underwhelming. Lazy. Vicious. Cruel. Evil. Heartless, even. Certainly self-centered, definitely egotistical, rude without a doubt.

I am NOT A NICE PERSON.

And I keep telling people this, I say it a hundred times over. You get what you get from me 'cos it is what I am giving. Yes, if I care about you, sometimes I'm kind. Sometimes I seem nice. Sometimes I even care enough to act on that emotion... SOMETIMES.

But generally?

I took that Ultimate Personality Test... it says I'm a shark.

Take note, people who ignore my warnings.

I am NOT sweet and fluffy. I am NOT going to be guilt-tripped into being nice to anyone. I am NOT my mother's child in any sense other than that I stole a healthy dose of her manipulative skills and use 'em on a regular basis.

Why doesn't anyone listen to me when I say this? Why do they assume that it's different for them, that I can't possibly mean it? Hell, if I wanted you dead, I'd have slit your throat myself... your own attempt, wasted as it was, was YOUR doing, not mine... you know who you are. I promised that I wouldn't quote you and I'm not, but for just a moment, congratulations, you've got my attention. *grins* If only because damn, you're a coward.

Don't talk to me of aborted suicide.

Don't even MENTION it.

I OD'd on that with my past, didn't you know that? Now the only things that impress me are submission and blood... and you weren't willing to give either. So fuck off and die. *grins*

Yep. You heard that right.

Fuck off and die.

Feel free to rant about me all you like. Spread the word - Jax is a vicious bitch who will rip your heart out and feed it to you for breakfast. I've been trying to convince people of that, you included, for a damned long time... maybe at least YOU will listen now.

Maybe you'll warn others.

Maybe for once someone will get the message and not actually get hurt any worse than they already are... but I doubt it. In 22 years, only two people have had the good sense to back off before they got hurt.

You aren't one of them.

You, boy, are an idiot. A prize-winning idiot. Knife indeed... look, the next time you decide to tell me that you were thinking of blood on the carpet, SHOW me. That might actually impress me.

Words? Nothing.

I'm sick of words.