Never knew that silence could cut so deep, or that you could twist the blade,
Now I curse all of your beautiful lies..
I love you and goodbye...
The Last Three Letters, by Alesana
Batty
21 / Female / Las Vegas, Nevada, United States
Bisexual / Married
Member since:
Apr 11, 2014
Last online:
Dec 30, 2019
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About Me
I got a notification on my email about this site, odd. Haven’t been on since 2016. Dang, time changes.
Edited all of my info just to keep the page alive. Idk who even used this site anymore. I probably won’t update my picture. But I’ll change it to another one in my gallery I liked.
Favourite Music
I like all kinds of music
Favourite Films / TV / Books
SLC Punk, Halloween, Futurama, Simpson’s, Rick and Morty, Lost in Space, The 100 Impulse "Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest." A quote from Impulse, impulse and it’s series of books are good.
That Yellow dog, I mentioned as my favorite in 2016. Is a good poetry book, sad and short but good.
Harry Potter, Tripping back Blue is also really good.
Education / Occupation
Adulting
Who I'd Like To Meet
Just edited this page to keep it alive, idk who even used this site anymore!
October 24 2014.... My brother Patrick Died.. of what I do not know.. he wasnt my brother by blood.. I knew him since I could walk.. he was my family.. he was the only person in my family who never treated me like trash.. he was the only one I could.. relate to... me and him were the artist of the family.. drawing was one main thing we had in common... still hard to believe he's gone... to believe ill never see that.. face or hear his voice watch him draw or play video games with him... he's gone... life is confusing
.. we're born, we live, we die... but so young? Why did they have to take a 22yr old man who was loved by his family and friends away from this world I know this world is shit but... some people dont need to go... he didnt want to die.. he told me he was scared one last thing I remeber us saying to each other was.. "I love you" I left for school... my mom going to work.. my 23yr old brother was at a friends... he was already dead when we left..how how the fuck did I let my anger towards my mother stop me from checking on him... I miss him.. its not my fault... as everyone says... and I know its not I dont control life.. or death... I dont believe in god.. I never have... but if some how he's real and he took my brother for his own game.. he is no god... this journal is me trying to make sense of where I live.. I miss you so much Patrick... ill see you again someday.
