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My name is Ali, and I am twenty year old city girl trapped in the a town I call the armpit of hell, awaiting my return from utter chaos. I have lived a life I feel is not worth talking much about.
It was never easy, I don't have many fond memories, and you will never hear me say that God was ever nice to me.
My family in general is amazing, my grandparents and great grandparents, my aunt, and my mom have always been there if I had the guts to call them.
I'm eccentric, smart, determined, obbsessive comulsive, stubborn, selfish, blunt, obvious, angry, and emotional. I'm funny, mature, lovable, sweet, mysterious, curious, and forgetful. I over analyze everything. I'm way too picky for my own good when it comes to food. I have a very sensitive stomach. I make myself pysically sick, by stressing myself out and exsuasting my body. I bite my lip until I bleed. I make myself cry, when I think its time to cry. I hate crying, especially infront of anyone else. I love pictures, taking them, sorting them, putting them in frames, staring at them; I love pictures. I am infatuated by graveyards, I like to go sit in the graveyard and think about all the people who miss someone the way I do, and hurt the way I do. I am out of control sometimes. I still throw temper tantrums. I am angry, very angry; at everyone in the world, not anyone inparticular.
Nothing can change what the past has made me, but its called the present because it's a gift; and you have to open it and embrance the thought. Cuz it's the thought that counts right? I am a firm beleiver in the saying that everything happens for a reason, and you just might not know the reason now, or ever.
My son was my entire world for the seventeen months that he took in the same air as I did, and for the ten months that our bodies were one. He passed away a year ago in Decemeber, and everyday feels exactly the same. No pain is easing, my mind is not forgetting. He was beautiful, smart, amazing, strong, curious, and beautiful. His accident was a terrible tragedy that many people will never forget. Every night i pray he had never been taken so cruelly, so quickly..everynight I pray and wish that I will wake up with him in my arms again. Jayden Skye was an amazing child, and my beautiful son; I will never imagine even beggining to forget. His passing taught alot of people many things. But mommy learned the most valuable lesson of all. Friendship doesn't have a pricetag, and you have to look beyond fake layers to find your friends; and I thank my son every day for removing the people from my life that were destroying me. Losing Jayden was so hard, but giving up on ever having him back was even harder. I
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