allivalett
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Hello there friends! :) my names Allison, but most people call me Allie! I'm incredibly random and tend to be a bit high strung.
Facts about me:
-I'm 16 years old.
-I love to sing.
-Music is my life, I love Kate Nash, Paramore, Imogean Heap, Ben folds, Mika, Lenka, The killers, 3OH!3, and sooo many others.
-I'm so done with the male population.
I love the show Castle.
-If you don't like me that's your problem not mine.
-I cannot stand the poptarts.
-I try as hard as i possibly can to be myself.
-I never take my friends for granted.
-I have major trust issues.
-I'm the type of girl who can give advice, but can't take it...
So I guess I'm just your typical teenage girl :)
Facts about me:
-I'm 16 years old.
-I love to sing.
-Music is my life, I love Kate Nash, Paramore, Imogean Heap, Ben folds, Mika, Lenka, The killers, 3OH!3, and sooo many others.
-I'm so done with the male population.
I love the show Castle.
-If you don't like me that's your problem not mine.
-I cannot stand the poptarts.
-I try as hard as i possibly can to be myself.
-I never take my friends for granted.
-I have major trust issues.
-I'm the type of girl who can give advice, but can't take it...
So I guess I'm just your typical teenage girl :)
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I hate the fact that I can't come to you about
anything anymore. I hate the
fact that when i need a hug I can't go to you anymore.
But most of all I hate the fact that I
would givey anything to
be wrapped in your
arms.
You make it so hard for me to be so mean even
when you deserve every single word.
This
quote is for my friend Emily, whom I promised I'd
put in a few of my other quotes but forgot hehe oops! Anyway,
we've become such amazing
friends this year and all of our
heart to heart convos in chior, and our notes in world history really meant a
lot to me. I still have your "HOW DARE HE!!!!!! that is all
note" hanging up on my bullten board in my room :)
haha, Anyway, for those who don't know her, you should
definitely follow her, her
name's smurphnem
#LOVEYAEM!
#LOVEYAEM!
Amazing
goodnight texts <3
I will
be stronger than this. I will fight against it. and I will not let
this disorder define who I am anymore.
Just cause you found a new friend doesn't mean I don't exist. And right now, I don't care about him, or her, or anyone else, I just miss you.
And sometimes I think to myself, I just can't do this
anymore.
,
Dedicated to L.J., Kelly, And James <3 thanks you guys. love you!
CHAPTER
EIGHT.
I sat in English, bored out of my mind, listening to the teacher drone on about something or other, when suddenly, the door swung open. In walked one of the guidance helpers, she was holding a pass oh god, please be me! I wanna get outta here! I thought. Sure enough, the girl walked over to me and placed the pass on my desk. “As soon as possible” she instructed. My teacher glanced at me and nodded, signaling that I could go down.
I walked down the hall, pulling my sleeve down as I walked. My mind, racing with thoughts. Oh god. He knows. He knows I cut. Oh god. I finally reached the door, where the councilor was standing. “Good morning, Katie!” He exclaimed chirpily.
“Good morning Mr. Carl” I said plainly. I looked him over. He was a stout, middle aged man. His head was bald except for a single patch in the very middle that looked like chicken hair. I couldn’t take him seriously… we walked into his office and he shut the door behind him. “Katie, I assume you already know why you’re here?” he spoke.
“Not really?” I replied
“Pull up your sleeve, Katie.” He instructed me.
“Oh… that…”
“Why’d you do it, Katie?” He asked.
“I was sad and angry and upset.” I said snappily.
“I see, well, some people cope like that and if you really wanna do it, then you’re going to keep doing that. However, I believe that you should find a different outlet.” He suggested
“Okay… I’ll try. Can I go back to English now?” I asked.
“Sure. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.” He told me. I nodded and walked out the door. I turned the corner in the hallway and BAM!! I ran right into Joel.
“Hey, Kates!” he laughed, “Fancy running into you here… get it? Because you ran into me?” he laughed again.
My face turned bright red “Oh yeah… sorry… I wasn’t paying attention… ugh. I just got out of guidance… Mr. Carl…” I explained
“Ugh! That sucks! What’d he say?” He interrogated.
“Basically, he told me that I was gonna keep cutting if I wanted too and he couldn’t do anything about it so I might as well…”
“What??? Man, he should definitely win guidance councilor of the year!” He said sarcastically.
“yeah, well I’ve gotta get back to English, my teacher will flip if I’m not back soon.”
“oh… ok… well, um, I’ll text you tonight…” he said.
“ok!” I replied, seeming a bit too desparate. I turned to go, and he shouted after me.
“Hey! Kates, this might be weird, but I kind of really like you!” He called.
“I like you too.” I told him. I looked back at him, smiled, and then proceeded to walk down the hall.
Suddenly, I realized that I was forgetting about Isaiah. This boy was gonna be good for me. I smiled to myself as I walked back into my English class.
The end.I sat in English, bored out of my mind, listening to the teacher drone on about something or other, when suddenly, the door swung open. In walked one of the guidance helpers, she was holding a pass oh god, please be me! I wanna get outta here! I thought. Sure enough, the girl walked over to me and placed the pass on my desk. “As soon as possible” she instructed. My teacher glanced at me and nodded, signaling that I could go down.
I walked down the hall, pulling my sleeve down as I walked. My mind, racing with thoughts. Oh god. He knows. He knows I cut. Oh god. I finally reached the door, where the councilor was standing. “Good morning, Katie!” He exclaimed chirpily.
“Good morning Mr. Carl” I said plainly. I looked him over. He was a stout, middle aged man. His head was bald except for a single patch in the very middle that looked like chicken hair. I couldn’t take him seriously… we walked into his office and he shut the door behind him. “Katie, I assume you already know why you’re here?” he spoke.
“Not really?” I replied
“Pull up your sleeve, Katie.” He instructed me.
“Oh… that…”
“Why’d you do it, Katie?” He asked.
“I was sad and angry and upset.” I said snappily.
“I see, well, some people cope like that and if you really wanna do it, then you’re going to keep doing that. However, I believe that you should find a different outlet.” He suggested
“Okay… I’ll try. Can I go back to English now?” I asked.
“Sure. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.” He told me. I nodded and walked out the door. I turned the corner in the hallway and BAM!! I ran right into Joel.
“Hey, Kates!” he laughed, “Fancy running into you here… get it? Because you ran into me?” he laughed again.
My face turned bright red “Oh yeah… sorry… I wasn’t paying attention… ugh. I just got out of guidance… Mr. Carl…” I explained
“Ugh! That sucks! What’d he say?” He interrogated.
“Basically, he told me that I was gonna keep cutting if I wanted too and he couldn’t do anything about it so I might as well…”
“What??? Man, he should definitely win guidance councilor of the year!” He said sarcastically.
“yeah, well I’ve gotta get back to English, my teacher will flip if I’m not back soon.”
“oh… ok… well, um, I’ll text you tonight…” he said.
“ok!” I replied, seeming a bit too desparate. I turned to go, and he shouted after me.
“Hey! Kates, this might be weird, but I kind of really like you!” He called.
“I like you too.” I told him. I looked back at him, smiled, and then proceeded to walk down the hall.
Suddenly, I realized that I was forgetting about Isaiah. This boy was gonna be good for me. I smiled to myself as I walked back into my English class.
Dedicated to L.J., Kelly, And James <3 thanks you guys. love you!
,
CHAPTER
SEVEN.
No one was home yet when I got off the bus. I thought about how I needed to be thin, had to maintain my weight. Ugh. I’m getting so fat. I thought to myself. Then, I remembered about my huge lunch today. I crept into the bathroom, and slowly eased my finger to the back of my throat, scratched three times, and then I vomited my entire lunch. It felt so good. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and remembered what Baylie had said about me earlier that morning, so I went up to my room and slashed my wrist up and down with a razor, then started to scratch myself on my thighs, wishing I could scratch the fat off of them. Disgusting.
I wanted to distract myself, so I decided to text Joel. Who knows, maybe he’d reply? “Heyyy” I sent, within seconds my phone buzzed in my hands and started playing the song “All These Things That I Have Done” by The Killers, one of my favorite bands ever. I opened the text. It was from Joel, “Hii, how are you?” he inquired. “I’m okay… hbu?” I asked. “Why just okay?” he responded. “Do you want a long story, or me to just tell you nothing’s wrong?” I questioned, half hoping he’d tell me he wanted the long story version, I was in the venting, deep conversation with an acquaintance kind of mood. “Longggg story!!” He texted back. So I told him everything, from Isaiah, to the cutting, to Christina, to the gaining weight, to the throwing up. And he was the most sympathetic, kind-hearted person I had ever talked to in my 15 years of life. The best part? He didn’t judge! He let me in on his life too, which was about a crappy as mine. His mom and dad just got a dirty divorce, and he had started cutting too. But, he also had similar traits that reminded me of Isaiah… But I could feel myself falling fast for this boy, which is obviously a mistake. Didn’t I learn my lesson from last time?
No one was home yet when I got off the bus. I thought about how I needed to be thin, had to maintain my weight. Ugh. I’m getting so fat. I thought to myself. Then, I remembered about my huge lunch today. I crept into the bathroom, and slowly eased my finger to the back of my throat, scratched three times, and then I vomited my entire lunch. It felt so good. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, and remembered what Baylie had said about me earlier that morning, so I went up to my room and slashed my wrist up and down with a razor, then started to scratch myself on my thighs, wishing I could scratch the fat off of them. Disgusting.
I wanted to distract myself, so I decided to text Joel. Who knows, maybe he’d reply? “Heyyy” I sent, within seconds my phone buzzed in my hands and started playing the song “All These Things That I Have Done” by The Killers, one of my favorite bands ever. I opened the text. It was from Joel, “Hii, how are you?” he inquired. “I’m okay… hbu?” I asked. “Why just okay?” he responded. “Do you want a long story, or me to just tell you nothing’s wrong?” I questioned, half hoping he’d tell me he wanted the long story version, I was in the venting, deep conversation with an acquaintance kind of mood. “Longggg story!!” He texted back. So I told him everything, from Isaiah, to the cutting, to Christina, to the gaining weight, to the throwing up. And he was the most sympathetic, kind-hearted person I had ever talked to in my 15 years of life. The best part? He didn’t judge! He let me in on his life too, which was about a crappy as mine. His mom and dad just got a dirty divorce, and he had started cutting too. But, he also had similar traits that reminded me of Isaiah… But I could feel myself falling fast for this boy, which is obviously a mistake. Didn’t I learn my lesson from last time?