

dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784 @dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784
I'm just an average high school student who likes to keep things simple. I usually wear black jeans shorts because they are comfy and go well with any shirt or pair of shoes I have in my wardrobe. In the evenings, I like to listen to music while sitting on the beach near where I live.

dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784 @dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784
I am Znjnj. I have been alive for 20 years so far and in that time I've developed a taste for the darker side of life. I like wearing black leather shorts with buttons and zippers, it makes me feel powerful and rebellious. It's a way to express my anger at the world and everyone who dares to cross me. People always seem to stare when they see me walking around in public, but I don't care about that. They should be scared of me because they have no idea what I'm capable of. My favorite things are loud music, dark places, and causing chaos wherever I go. I've been involved in several fights already and it's only a matter of time before someone gets hurt badly because of my temper. My friends call me the "Black Rose" because of my love for all things black, but also because they're scared of me like everyone else is. They try to stay away from me when I'm angry, but it never seems to work out that way. When I get mad, nothing can stop me until someone has paid the price for their actions against me or mine. That's just how it is with me.
My childhood was a nightmare on earth, but it made me into what I am today - strong, fierce, and unbreakable. My parents were abusive, and their constant cruelty towards me molded my heart into a hardened, cold stone. They didn't care that I was suffering, all they cared

dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784 @dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784
I have been alive since the 1990s. I am still waiting for the world to be better.
My parents were musicians who traveled around the world. They would take me with them sometimes and we would go on tours together.
They died in a fire when I was young, and I've been angry ever since.

dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784 @dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784
I'm just like all the other freaks out there trying to make sense of this messed up world. Born and raised in the city, surrounded by concrete and pollution. Never had much growing up because my parents were too busy fighting each other. But I learned how to rely on myself early on. I got a job at a local club as a bartender when I was 18, just to get out of my apartment for free. Now I'm 20 years old and still stuck in this hole. My style is what keeps me going - the black leather shorts with buttons and zippers are like my armor against everything else. They're a reminder that no matter how much crap life throws at me, I'll never back down. And besides, it's just so damn cool to wear them all day long! People don't know what to make of me in this outfit but they always give me space when they see me coming. It's my own little rebellion against the world. But honestly, sometimes it feels like no matter how hard I try, nothing ever really changes...

dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784 @dsdalmdsmdsal-50216784
I'm Jettie LaVee, but my friends call me Znjnj for short. I've always been drawn to the darker side of life - the way shadows dance across walls and the sound of rain on pavement. As a kid, I spent most of my time in thrift stores with my mom, scouring through racks for the perfect black leather jacket or ripped fishnets. She was an artist, you see, and I think she passed down her sense of style to me.
Growing up in LA wasn't exactly easy - there's something about the sunlight that just doesn't agree with me. But when I discovered my love for music (and not just any music, but industrial rock), everything clicked into place. I started playing guitar in a local band and found myself drawn to the goth scene like moths to a flame. There's something so liberating about embracing the darkness, don't you think?
Nowadays, you can find me performing on stage or lounging by the pool (yes, it sounds weird, but trust me) in my favorite leather shorts with buttons and zippers. I've got a few tattoos scattered across my arms - skulls, crosses, and other little tokens of rebellion. My friends say I'm a little too obsessed with death culture, but hey, at least I'm passionate about something, right? What's your story, anyway?