taken. 3 years
tattoos and a switchblade attitude snakebite heart with a bubblegum smile.
get to know me or get bent
Hey, I’m Andrya, and this is the place where you have to sit here and listen to my life story. Yes. Listen. A quality that I’ve always wanted out of a companion—a friend. A quality that is somehow torn and tattered among the debris of other worries. Fear not young one, I will not hurt you. I only ever end up hurting myself in the end, anyway.
I have walked these desolate roads now for twenty years. I have a mother, a father, two cats, a snake, and a boyfriend of three (3) years.
I love to play video games. My current favorites amount to Diablo 3, Skyrim, Pokemon Puzzle League, and Animal Crossing New Leaf (GIVE ME YOUR FRIEND CODES PEOPLE!) . My forever favorites include Elder Scrolls (ALL OF TEH GAMES!), Star Wars Battlefronts 2, Pokemon Soul Silver, any Lego game ever, and Kingdom Hearts Birth by Sleep.
I attend college. This Fall quarter I am taking German 1 (toi! toi! toi!) and Math 91. I am saving up to go to Germany in 2015 with the rest of the German Club. German is probably the best language I have ever sat down and tried to learn.
I work at a purse store at the local outlet mall as a simple sales associate (for now). I kick severe ass at my job, so I am sure I am to get a promotion soon.
I’ve been cutting myself for the last 9 years. I’m trying to stop, trying so hard. I’m giving it my all. It’s hard to put something like that away. It used to be my vice. I have a hard time dealing with everything, what can I say? I’m trying really hard to chance my ways. I want a positive outlook on life. I want that so desperately. I hope one day I’ll get it. Lately things have been really hard for me. I have been having my panic attacks again very regularly. I started medicating on my own because things got so severe it hindered my daily life. I couldn’t get out of bed most days, let alone go to work and see people. I take everyday now one at a time, however, I hope that things will look up for me soon. I am growing weary under the crushed bricks of my life piling up onto me.
My friends keep me going. They’re the only reason I still breathe.
Oh and sometimesI like to drink, smoke, and party.