kyyrraah*
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I'm homesick for arms, that dont want to hold me.
Joined: December 19, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
Birthday: October 2
user id: 342648
Location: Muscatine, Iowa
Gender: F
Joined: December 19, 2012
Last Seen: 5 years
Birthday: October 2
user id: 342648
Location: Muscatine, Iowa
Gender: F
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Hi I'm Kÿrah. This is pretty much my life story. Im 15! I love to sing, rap, and dance, even though I may not be very good at it. I grew up an only child until i was 4. My parents split and my mom got married to another guy, and had my two brothers. After they broke up, then my dad got another girl pregnant, and then came my little brother. When i was 9, my dad and his mom split, then he got with someone else and had my little sister.. Now hes with another woman and has three more kids. My dad has changed a lot though. We have a better relationship. My mom and him arent togther, but he still has custody of me. I am diagnosed with bipolar disorder, A.D.D, and marjor depression. I am suicidal. Witty is a place where i can let go of all my feelings, and be free. I have countless scars on my wrist. They all tell you about a certain time period in my life. Each individual one tells you a story. I may seem like a happy person, but im not. Im not broken, just bruised.
David; you may not be my first, nor my last love, but i want you to know i love you. So much. You have helped me through a lot in life. You call me beautiful, when i know im not. Your just the best i could ask for. -Your love, Kyrah
When i grow up, i want to be a photographer. Ever since i was little, taking pictures has always been fun. It has always been a dream of mine. My favorite part about it, is capturing the emotional moments in a picture. It may sound wierd, but i love it. Not to mention i take too many selfies. :P
David; you may not be my first, nor my last love, but i want you to know i love you. So much. You have helped me through a lot in life. You call me beautiful, when i know im not. Your just the best i could ask for. -Your love, Kyrah
When i grow up, i want to be a photographer. Ever since i was little, taking pictures has always been fun. It has always been a dream of mine. My favorite part about it, is capturing the emotional moments in a picture. It may sound wierd, but i love it. Not to mention i take too many selfies. :P
Kegan Keant, MGK, and Justin Bieber are my idols. I would seriously do anything to meet them. All of MGK and Justin Biebers songs have helped me through so much in life. So have Kegans Youtube videos. My favorite things to do are ride my skateboard, hangout with friends, and play video games. Im not much of a girly girl as you can tell. My favorite colors are blue, purple, and red. My best friends are Allyson, Melea, Maddy, and Emily. My favorite movie is Lifted and Project X. My favorite food is chicken and cheese crispitos. Grape Kool-Aid is the bae. XD
Allyson is probably more my sister than anything. We have been through hell and back together. I probably wouldn't have made it weren't for her. We fight over the stupidest sh.t. But, we get over it quickly. She is the reason im alive. She helps me through everything. Follow her; Skiddles
Im here for ANYONE if you need to talk about ANYTHING at all. Your not alone. Trust me, ive been there. I know how it feels to think there is no one there for you, and how it feels to think your alone, but your not. I promise. Someone out there cares. So dont give up. It gets better. I promise.
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The Story of My Best
friend.
I was 3. He was 2. We were living in an apartment building. There was this little boy that lived down the hall. His name was Trevor. We met and started hanging out. Whenever he was home he would run straight through the door and into my bedroom without even knocking. He soon became my best friend. We were partners in crime. No one could ever slit us up. We were inseparable. But the thing is, Trevor wasn’t like any other little boy. He was diagnosed with neuroblastoma cancer when he was young. The Type of Neuroblastoma he had, was very rare. Only 10 or so kids in the world have gotten it. Why did it have to be him? He went through chemotherapy a lot. I went to the hospital to visit him sometimes. The doctors said the cancer was gone. When he turned 4, the cancer started to get really bad. It was not to long before his 4th birthday that he said he didn’t feel well. He had never had a real birthday party before because he was always in the hospital or sick. It was during his 4th birthday party, the first and last one he was ever going to have. I remember he had gotten this present, it was a Spiderman pillow. He loved Spiderman, Buzz Light-year, and Woody. They were his favorite characters. He started getting really sick and sleepy at his party. He was laying down. Then after we left, they took him to the hospital. The cancer had come back. His hair started to fall out. After so long, they couldn’t stare at it any longer, so they shaved his head. About two months after his birthday.. He passed away. When I would cry, my mom would always tell me that god needed him more than we did and that he was probably up in heaven riding his little dirt bike all around. That would always make me laugh. To this day I still miss him like crazy. He was my very first best friend. He would be in 7th grade right now. My mom helped me through it every step of the way. I visit his grave every year. I know he is my guardian angel watching over me. I still feel like he is here from time to time. When I got sad, I would just look at his picture and remember that he is in a better place now. It was hard. I can still remember the sound of his voice, his baby blue eyes, and his bright blonde hair. His death had a big impact on me. My mom wouldn’t let me go to the funeral or his visitation. She thought it wasn't a place for kids to be, and it would just hurt me even more to see him laying there. Lifeless. I was so mad that I couldn’t go. But now, 10 years later, I am glad she wouldn’t let me go. Because if I did, I don’t think I would ever be able to forget that picture of him in the casket. It affected my mom a lot too. She could never imagine having to go through that with one of her own children. I now know he’s never going to have to suffer again, and he wont have to be sad. Because he is in a better place now. You were a fighter. You satyed strong as long as you could. But it was okay to go. You can't suffer anymore. Sorry, i just needed to vent a little. R.I.P Little buddy. I love you.
Was it easy for you?
Was what easy?
For you to just leave me, not saying a
word, just going. Like i was nothing? I thought you were the
one. We did everything together. But you left me for her. How
do you think that makes me feel? Just answer me one thing. Was
it easy for you? We both know it wasnt for me.
Yea.
Oh. Okay..
K. Bye.