Jenna's Story

Hullo, mysterious person. My name is Jenna. 16, female, and if you must know: 5'3". I like Photography, Graphic Design, Writing, and Theatre. I am currently going into my junior year in high school, where I will be taking many art classes along with the usual math, science, history, and english. I do hope to focus on school this year, as last year I didn't pay too much attention (oops). So that concludes my life story, even though you don't really know much about me at all. Strange how that works. The facts can tell you nothing about a person's personality. :o Anyway, I like to talk and meet new, amazing people all the time, and I'm always welcoming to new friends, as well as lifelong friends.

My favorite people: Mahatma Gandhi and Amelia Earhart. You both have inspired countless people, and for that you are truly remarkable and will never be forgotten. ♥

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Our child’s first hike was a steady stroll through a dark wood.
— By Justin Miller (from “Open Theme”)
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This is our decision
To live fast and die young
We’ve got the vision
Now lets have some fun

Yeah, it’s overwhelming
But what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices
And wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend

I’ll miss the playgrounds
And the animals and digging up worms
I’ll miss the comfort of my mother and
The weight of the world
I’ll miss my sister miss my father
Miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I’ll miss the boredom and the freedom
And the time spent alone

But there is really nothing
Nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
Life can always start off anew

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As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts
Oh the warmth in your eyes swept me into your arms
Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night?
For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt

And my head told my heart
“Let love grow”
But my heart told my head
“This time no
This time no”

We’ll be washed and buried one day my girl
And the time we were given will be left for the world
The flesh that lived and loved will be eaten by plague
So let the memories be good for those who stay

And my head told my heart
“Let love grow”
But my heart told my head
“This time no”
Yes, my heart told my head
“This time no
This time no”

Oh the shame that sent me off from the God that I once loved
Was the same that sent me into your arms
Oh and pestilence is won when you are lost and I am gone
And no hope, no hope will overcome

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You’ll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

And my head told my heart
“Let love grow”
But my heart told my head
“This time no”

And my head told my heart
“Let love grow”
But my heart told my head
“This time no
This time no”