|All the stuff i make in my time of boredom i hope you like and if not dont look. also the people i meet when i go to concerts|
So as of late i have been dealing with my depression majorly, i haven't said anything online, but about 3 months ago i relapsed and self harmed and now every day threw the fake smile i have and the laughs and giggles at work or out and about i still think about if things would be better if i was gone.
The last few days has been even more so.
Mom left for two weeks to be a manger and lal and her talked constantly.
I heard lal say it was like i wasnt even there and if it wasnt me bugging to see if she want to go get food, it would have been perfect, because all she had was the animals, She missed mom but wished i wasnt there and mom agreed she loved being away, and if she came home and i wasnt there it would be great.
Then mom got home and gave me dirty looks, because i wasnt doing anything but petting her dog.
The other day they threw a fit about my room not being done to their standereds she stormed up and told me i didnt do anything and took my phone laptop ipod and tablet, plus my cable box...That means no music no way to calm down by from the shit they said in the process such things as
No wonder you have issues at work everything you do has to be your way
you act like a 16 year old
No one will want you because of how you act and treat others
all the fuck wads you talk to don’t give a shit about you they would care less if you was dead.
And more things that I really don’t want to say because it hurts, well after and hour or two of me rocking in my room crying my eyes out and seriously wanting to kill my self, she gives me my phone so I can wake up for work in the morning. I took it and still wanting to die texted a few people kinda saying bye almost, then AlexisTheTurtle calls and helps me threw it, she listened and talked to me to calm me down. She also gave me hope to get out of here even more so then before because I wouldn’t mind living out there with my friends, and now I wanna work harder to get my Drivers so I can get a car and not depend on people to get me places and be able to be happy, and not worried about doing some thing and getting yelled at
just what happens in my life and how i live with it and my music i love.|
I’m Aly, Alyson, Aly-Kat, and Little Ecstasy what ever you wanna call me
I am a crazy yaoi fan girl and I love to write stories and I love to draw(badly) I love almost any anime. I love rping and I am a natural uke in any rp involving yaoi .
There is no changing me so don’t try to it will only cause a fight.
I also love Blood On The Dance Floor Black Veil Brides and also Tokio Hotel to name a few
I go by many names such as Aly, Alyson, Aly-Kat, and Little Ecstacy.
I will fight for what I think is right, and defend what I love no matter what people say.
I have not had an easy life or an extremely hard one but the one I have had has taught me allot. I love The #SGTC for being there for me more than my real family at times.
I have met BOTDF 7 times and every time it has been the best night of my life
I love my family and my friends mess with them, hurt them and I will hurt you no doubt you hurt me and well you don’t want to know
Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet when the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a skink. Daddy's shoulders were the highest place on earth and mum was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up
My twitter : twitter.com/Alyson_Ecstacy
My tumblr: alysonroseecstacy.tumblr.com