Name: AlyAutopsy
Last Activity: 11/27/08 at 07:10 PM
Location: Nashville, TN
Country: United States
Member Since: September 19, 2008
Number of Posts: 48
Age/Gender: 23 / F
Zodiac Sign: Capicorn
Status: Single
Sexual Preference: Boys & Girls
About Me: all i need is a some whiskey, camel turkish silvers, and a skeezy pool hall with dart boards to be truly happy. i move around the country way too much for my own good. i live for a sick breakdown, adult swim, boys and girls with any kind of artistic talent, and Fiji water. I'm horribly afraid of spiders, clowns, and bears. i would marry stephen colbert in a heatbeat.....im convinced he's my soulmate. i'm on my laptop way to much for my own good, and have problems functioning without my sidekick (its quite sad, i know). i contradict myself on a regular basis, and over-analyze everything. but i'll fuckin rock your world and make you laugh for hours...i'm a hot mess...and you'll love it.
Body Alterations: piercings-
septum
tongue

Tattoos-
2 sparrows and heart with the words "No Lies, Just Love" on my chest.
Brass Knuckles with a banner saying "a girls best friend" on my upper left arm
A rose on my upper right arm
The words "Vita" and "Excessum" on my right and left forearm
A .38 special on each hip
A four leaf clover on my lower left hip
A half of a heart on each calf.
Favorite Bands: Park
Whitechapel
Cold War Kids
Suicide Silence
Bright Eyes
Slayer
I Killed The Prom Queen
Black Dahlia Murder
The Devil Wears Prada
Annotations of an Autopsy
Emery
Jaguar Love
Pretty Girls Make Graves
Blood Brothers
The Umbrellas
Circa Survive
Anthony Green
Weezer
Modest Mouse
Kayne West
The Killers
Minus The Bear
Norma Jean
Say Anything
Snow Patrol
The Spill Canvas
Favorite Movies: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
The Royal Tennenbaums
The Darjeeling Limited
Life Aquatic
No Country for Old Men
O Brother Where Art Thou
Across The Universe
Fight Club
Amelie
Favorite Books/Authors: anything Chuck Palahniuk
Stephen Colbert
Chelsea Handler
and whoever wrote if you give a mouse a cooke.
Likes: rain
thunderstorms
jack daniels
camel turkish silvers
skinny boys
tattooed chicks
sleeping late
good music
sick breakdowns
fake nails
the color green
sidekick
text messaging
bandanas
cars with a stick shift
darts
football
Pet Peeves: being poked.
bad music.
getting up early
phone calls before 11am.
phone calls period
donuts
old people who stare
old people who drive
pretty much old people in general
the color periwinkle
those movies that try to be funny by ripping off other movies and current events
douchebags
hillary clinton
the enitre fox news channel
lighters that don't work
cheap whiskey
Pays The Bills: naked photos
handling packages at a shipping company.
21 Friends
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Posted: 11/19/08 at 09:23 PM  RSS
oh myspace blogs.......i love to rant to you......
i blogged on myspace for the first time in i dont know how long tonight. I felt so tired of people using me and being used. And it seems as of late the only way to get ahold of all of my friends is via myspace....so i ranted away and this is what i wrote.....



"im so tired of feeling like i constantly give and give....
i give some of you everything i have, my time, energy, advice, and emotions. I sit and patiently listen and advise when you're down, i tell you everything's going to be okay and help pick up the pieces when you're sad and hurt and alone, i listen to the mundane details of everyday life and never ask anything in return.
i dont expect you to ask about my day, or listen to me when my heart hurts, or when im tired after a long day at work and want to bitch. I give because i want to. Because it's the right thing to do, it's something i would want a friend to do for me. To have a friend you have to be a friend.And this isn't to just one person it's to several people..... with that being said......

I am tired of people constantly taking from me. Taking little pieces from me and then expecting me not to get upset or offended when they act a certain way or treat me a certain way. I am so tired of feeling disposable and unapperciated, ecspecially by those people who i held close to me. By guys that i thought really cared and had my true friendship and best intrest in mind, when in all actuality a piece of ass (be it mine, or someone else's) was really all they had in mind. I am not a cheap peice of ass, a quick lay, or a one night stand.

It hurts me to think that some of the people i held so close to me could be so shallow and self centered. I'd rather have gloria by my side and no one else than call some of you friends. Your self-centered ways will come back to haunt you. You cannot go through life hurting people and treating people the way that you do and expect to end up happy. You will be hurt in the end and you deserve every bit of it. Why do people do things to hurt you and spite you? Because you were hurtful and spiteful. Because you get what you deserve.

I am better than you.  I am better than your friendship. I am better than whatever pathetic excuse for a friendship i thought we had. and i'm ready to cut ties. And im not coming back for you, i dont need you. i dont need to talk to you. i dont have to IM you everyday. you can't guilt me into staying..you can't turn this around to make it my fault. YOU did this. YOU destroy the things around you. YOU have destroyed our friendship and all of you have destroyed a little piece of my heart that you never deserved in the first place.

Dont come to me next time you're let down, lonely, hurt, or upset. I can't be your fall back. I can't be the one to pick you up....not anymore...never again. This is me cutting ties. This is me saying goodbye.


 I cannot continue to care for people who don't deserve me.."


i must say i feel good saying it. but even though it's off my chest i haven't cut ties yet...that's the hard part. The part yet to come. And i'm not looking forward to it. But it must be done. No matter how much it hurts my heart. I cannot continue to be unapperciated by the people i thought were my friends







Mood: betrayed.
Music: Coming Home-Dallas Green

(6 comments)
darkwun  -  Fine Artist
 
Chicago, IL
26 / M - Attached
Posted: 11/19/08 at 09:31 PM 
I would rather loose friends to the passage of time, than have to acknowledge that I was a tool for other people.  And I have been, and I've grown quite callous in that most of the people who walk into my life and share a drink with me, are almost on the level of acquantance until they show that they can care about more than carnal desire.  But in the long run, it is always better to live knowing who your real friends are.
AlyAutopsy
 
Nashville, TN
23 / F - Single
Posted: 11/20/08 at 10:32 AM 
yeah i def. agree. it is just hard. i naturally give of myself to people, which is maybe a quality i need to change. i'd almost rather be lonely than have friends who don't apperciate me.
darkwun  -  Fine Artist
 
Chicago, IL
26 / M - Attached
Posted: 11/20/08 at 11:01 AM 
don't change yourself, just the people you hang around.
Lucheemy  -  Model
 
Unknown
27 / F - Attached
Posted: 11/20/08 at 01:48 PM 
It's the problem with myspace, many friends in the box but less of them to speak and mostly to learn about ourselves...It's the same for the bands, advertising all the time (I think it's normal, but they piss us off, don't you think??? (And i've got my bnad on myspace too, haha)
AlyAutopsy
 
Nashville, TN
23 / F - Single
Posted: 11/20/08 at 02:24 PM 
whats your bands myspace....i will add it for sure
Lucheemy  -  Model
 
Unknown
27 / F - Attached
Posted: 11/21/08 at 08:03 AM 
www.myspace.com/sammsara1
That's it!!!
Hope you'll like it!!
It's Metal!!

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