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This is me:

My name is Heavenly Trixibelle Jones-Blake and I am sixteen years old. That doesn't mean I am more or less mature than anyone, however. It just means that I was born before and after many, many people. If you want to know whether or not I am more or less mature than you, continue reading this journal. Of course, I'd say that makes you considerably less mature than me from the start.

I was born on 17th of September, and I can honestly say that I don't remember much. I have heard stories of course and supposedly when I popped out they were all surprised because I was born. Shock isn't very becoming to a baby, and since I was the one who should have been stunned, I am sure that their emotions greatly affected mine. That is why I cried; they should have been more prepared. They were the ones who forced me out, you know.

Because journals are supposed to be a record of sorts, I suppose it would do me well to mention a bit of genealogy. My father, , was a broker and had attended while my mother, , was a and had attended . They get along as well as a , which suits us just fine at times. I can't really hold it against them. And they did give me siblings to deal with. Let's just say it was a little annoying .

Now that I am sixteen it seems a lot less lonely and I'm not sure whether or not that will change again. Eventually I will have a family of my own, or some people will expect me to, and then it will all start over again. For now I am content being in this crazy relationship with Cable and I am dating Guise and wouldn't dare change it.

They will have to know a few things about me. For one I am sarcastic sadomasochist drug addict who is a whore and that I most definitely will not change. It is as much a part of who I am as my DNA is unfortunately. I can also be very depressing; they would have to brainwash me to change this. Then again, who couldn't do with a little brainwashing? On the other hand, I'm fairly certain no one would want me to lose my quirkiness, so they'd have to be very careful to get around it.

As for now, that's enough self-revealing. I suppose I will catch you next time unless you decided to keep the journal. Shame on you if that is so.