Hi, I know this is a weird way to start everything off. But, oh well. It's how I'm starting it off. My name's Ali. Okay, no it's not. But, it's what I'm use to. I'm actually Alissa. Alissa Lee. No, I'm not Chinese. People should stop asking me that. I get this is probably a horrible beginning, but it's MY Beginning, and I think it works for me. It works very well for me. So, lets go on with my life, shall we? Don't answer, we're going on either way.
I'm Alissa Lee, 15, from Mississippi, but… that changed when I turned three. I live in Madison, WI. Now. It's cool here. Literally, I'm fucking freezing during the winter year. Mississippi never snowed like it does here. And yeah, I remember this. I think I had photographic memory when I was a kid. I'm special like that.
I'm Alissa Lee, 15, Born in Mississippi, living in Wisconsin currently, and I'm single. No, it's not by choice. It's forced upon me by my parents. I honestly don't blame them though. If you had this shitty thing you call a life, your parents would ban you from dating until you get your shit straight. But, I'm 15 they can't expect me to STAY single the whole time. So, my boyfriend's in the closet. No, he's not gay. And I don't have a problem with gay people either, don't get me wrong. But, he's kinda hidden away. Hidden away so I don't get my ass beat by my parents. Typical teenage move, right? Yeah, no.
I'm Alissa Lee, 15, born in Mississippi, living in Wisconsin, I'm single, I have a boyfriend in hiding, and I'm currently in Therapy. Why am I in therapy? Well…lets say; I'm writing this to tell you my story. My story? The story of how I fucked up over and over again, and how I'm surprised people are still with my through this whole entire thing. I would have expected people to leave, be done with me. But…they're still here. They never left me, and I don't think they ever will, but I'm preparing myself for when they do leave. Horrible, isn't it? Yeah, I'm not found of getting hurt. No one is, but…I do shit when I get hurt.
What shit do I do when I get hurt?
Well…that's why you're reading this, you wanna know every ounce of what I do, the hell I went through, the hell I'm STILL going through, and you wanna know my tricks to hiding it, right? Right. Well, this isn't going to be one of those happily-ever-after stories. NONE of this will be a happy ending. Don't like the reality of this story? Then stop reading it, because this won't be the right story for you. Honestly, this won't be the right story for anyone, but if you wanna go through my nightmare of a life with me, then knock yourself out, and keep reading. I'm not going to tell you what the moral of this story is, because there is no moral, expect life's a fucking bitch. I want it to be a whore so we can all go one with it so easily. But, then again everyone wants life to be a whore. NO ONE wants to deal with life.
Yeah, well guess what. I'm dealing with life. I'm dealing with life pretty fucking hard. Life isn't a fairytale, those stories we were read as children, everything everyone told us; it's fucking fake. Cinderella partied and got her glass slipper given back to her, and married Prince Charming. Guess what, kids. Prince Charming isn't in here, he's not in this story. Sorry to burst your bubble, but he's not real, either. There's one real Disney story. And that's Snow White. Snow White slept with a TON of men, and guess what. She got poisoned by an Apple (Note: Don't eat Fruit,) and married Prince Charming, leaving every guy she ever slept with behind. THAT'S life for you. NOT every other Disney story.
No, I'm not trying to make Snow White seem like a whore, or Cinderella a fake bitch. But, they both kinda are in a way. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE Disney stories, but I don't like people being told lies. I give the blunt truth, THAT'S the blunt truth. Simple as that. I'm obviously a troubled child, I get that. Wanna know WHY I'm a troubled child? Go ahead, read on. Because right now, I'm letting you in like no one has ever been. You're seeing the person I don't allow a single soul to see. And if you judge me for my past, present, or future, go ahead. I can careless what a stranger thinks of me.
If you wanna know the truth to life, and my life, then read along. Because I'll give you the truth like no other. Because this isn't another fairytale.
AN: I gave up on the other stories, sorry. But, I know I'm going through with this one. Happy 2011, enjoy. [: