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Aly. 21. Las Vegas, Nevada. Dreamer, schemer, and make believer. I'm everything you know and everything you can't understand. I'm full of contradictions and misconceptions. I love without holding back and can change your life if you let me. Never underestimate me because that will be your biggest mistake. Myspace Flickr

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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
So I am all moved in and starting to get settled. It was hell and I am still sore from carrying things up and down stairs. Here are the highlights.

  • I got pulled over and accused of stealing my own car.
  • Gave myself a million bruises because I'm clumsy.
  • Had a fight with my sister.
  • Watched my brother be fully in love.
I am going to try and upload some pictures of the new place soon. For now I am going to try and rest some more, so tired.



Alysa [ 4:47 PM ] | 2 comments

Thursday, May 25, 2006
No one talks to her, she feels so alone
She's in too much pain to survive on her own
The hurt she can't handle overflows to a knife
She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life
Each day she goes on is a day that she's brave,
Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,
Each moment of courage her own life she saves
When she throws the pills out a hero is made
-Superchick [hero]

I wanted to let you all know that I am moving this weekend. I may or may not have internet for a while. I will have access but not as regular. If anyone wants to send me a care package for my new place..email me for the new address :)
I'm freaking out but excited as well. I will try to update again some point during the chaos of the weekend.


Alysa [ 9:29 PM ] | 2 comments

Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Back to the begining. Back to where I'm fighting to breathe. I did so good, I was winning the battle. I think the war caught up with me though. In square one, starting over from that scary and familiar place. New doctor, new meds, new rules and protocols. I'm desperate for normalcy, for that thing everyone but me seems to grasp so easily. It's not something easily explained, scars and bandages. It seems to anger people, smeared mascara and a blank stare. If you don't speak, anger, if you do speak, anger, if you disappear for a while, anger. How does that work? Why is it that people can say they care but scream at you for something you are not in control of.
I know with all that I have been through this will be long, painfull, and scary. I think I finally have the right help and, to be honest; I think that moving will help instead of hinder. I might freak in the weeks leading up to it but once I'm there I think it will be good. I can't send enough love to those that are there for me on a daily basis. My sister by adoption, Emily..I can't put into words how amazing us meeting was and is. You are perfection in the making, I love you with all my heart. Brent, even with the awkward and odd circumstances, I love you. You keep me safe when no one else will. I know it's a lot of pressure on you but I will remember this for the rest of my life and you will always be in my heart. Finally, Tiff, even though she will never read this. Instant and unbreakable bond is the only thing I can say about our relationship. I love her to death.
Lastly, to those of you on here who have showed interest and just tried to send me a message of hope. I will always be thankfull.


Drugs stopped working when I was born
But all the fairy dust I breathe
Is doing nothing to relieve
The strife of broken Autumn leaves in the sand

I'm still high on the music
As my inner child cries
For she may lose it

And the incense in my eyes
Can't save the sin between your thighs
Because you stabbed me with your lies
You're not the only one that's broken

Whore, fuck your drugs
I introduced you anyway
You're a slave
Spun undone, I met you in an alleyway
And I'm never okay

Cos I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together
I'm pretending like I'm keeping it together

My bones are scratched and so forlorn
And all the Prozac that I take
Is only lulling me to make up
This forced smile that is fake for all the doctors
But I'll get by


Alysa [ 11:41 PM ] | 3 comments

Saturday, May 13, 2006
Match Point Wallpaper
And suddenly I become a part of your past

I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and its effortless



Alysa [ 12:41 AM ] | 0 comments

Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Music Video Codes by VideoCure.com



Keep the noise low, she doesn't wanna blow it
Shaking head to toe while your left hand does "show me around"
Quickens your heartbeat
It beats me straight into the ground
You don't recover from a night like this
A victim still lying in bed completely motionless
A hand moves in the dark to her zipper
Hear a boy bracing tight against the sheets barely whisper,
"this is so messed up"
Upon arrival the guests had all stared
Dripping wet and clearly depressed, he'd headed straight for the stairs
No longer cool, but a boy in a stitch, unprepared for a life filled with lies and failing relationships

(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up)
He keeps his hands low, he doesn't wanna blow it
He's wet from head to toe and his eyes give her the up and the down
His stomach turns and he thinks of throwing up
But the body in the bed beckons forward and he starts growing up

The fever, the focus,
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.

She hits the lights
This doesn't seem quite fair
Despite everything he learned from his friends, he doesn't feel so prepared
She's breathing quiet and smooth, he's gasping for air
"This is the first and last time", he says
She fakes a smile and presses her hips into his
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels... like
He is the lamb, she is the slaughter
She's moving way too fast and all he wanted was to hold her
Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect
He whispers that he loves her, but she's probably only ready for sex

(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing up)
so much more than he could ever give
A life free of lies and a meaningful relationship
He keeps his hands pinned down at his sides
He waits for it to end and for the aching in his guts to subside

The fever, the focus,
The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.
Die young and save yourself.
The tickle, the taste of...
It used to be the reason I breathed but now it's choking me up.
Die young and save yourself.


Alysa [ 12:50 AM ] | 1 comments