Eh, why not? Call me Lacey or Ry-ry if you'd like.
Yep. Seventeen IS my magic number.
February Twenty-six, the day you worship the ground I walk on.
Yeah, that's right, I'm a rockin' Princess ♥
My twin: Laela
Evaluate: Do I need medication?
I guess to tell you about my personality I would have to know about it. we’ll I don’t really know myself that much anymore. I used to, but not know. I’m kind of like a ghost staring into a mirror and seeing someone I don’t know, and I hate it. I used to be fun and caring, bubbly even. Now I’m just like a ghost. I don’t like it. I’m cold, hateful. It hurts sometimes.
I wan to go back to being a fun loving, sweetheart who wants to be friends with everyone I see, kind of like it was back when we were young. When everyone wanted to be best friends, not matter what and everyone got mad over stupid crap but ended being the best of friends by the end of the school day. What happened to those days? Now everything is so confusing. I want to feel one thing, but something else surfaces. It’s all to much.
Maybe that’s why I’m how I am. I guess not wanting to feel makes someone cold. I’m not cold to my family, I’m warm and loving to them now,. I used to be cruel. I hated them, loathed both of them. It was an odd feeling, loathing your twin and the woman who has given you everything you had ever known, but I did. I guess I blamed them for everything bad that had ever happened, since nothing good ever seemed to come my way, and when it did I was torn away from it. It hurt.
I was never one to let my emotions out as a child, I bottled them up for weeks and weeks on end and just let them out in lashes of anger. I was put on meds for it. It made me pretty mellow, kind of brainwashed me. I wasn’t me anymore. It was odd, being sort of a mindless zombie. I was calm and didn’t do anything but sit there. Mom didn’t like it. She liked the old, hateful, angry me better. So that’s what I am. Hateful and mean and angry. I long to be everything I was, I just don’t know how to get back there.
I guess to tell you about my personality I would have to know about it. we’ll I don’t really know myself that much anymore. I used to, but not know. I’m kind of like a ghost staring into a mirror and seeing someone I don’t know, and I hate it. I used to be fun and caring, bubbly even. Now I’m just like a ghost. I don’t like it. I’m cold, hateful. It hurts sometimes.
I wan to go back to being a fun loving, sweetheart who wants to be friends with everyone I see, kind of like it was back when we were young. When everyone wanted to be best friends, not matter what and everyone got mad over stupid crap but ended being the best of friends by the end of the school day. What happened to those days? Now everything is so confusing. I want to feel one thing, but something else surfaces. It’s all to much.
Maybe that’s why I’m how I am. I guess not wanting to feel makes someone cold. I’m not cold to my family, I’m warm and loving to them now,. I used to be cruel. I hated them, loathed both of them. It was an odd feeling, loathing your twin and the woman who has given you everything you had ever known, but I did. I guess I blamed them for everything bad that had ever happened, since nothing good ever seemed to come my way, and when it did I was torn away from it. It hurt.
I was never one to let my emotions out as a child, I bottled them up for weeks and weeks on end and just let them out in lashes of anger. I was put on meds for it. It made me pretty mellow, kind of brainwashed me. I wasn’t me anymore. It was odd, being sort of a mindless zombie. I was calm and didn’t do anything but sit there. Mom didn’t like it. She liked the old, hateful, angry me better. So that’s what I am. Hateful and mean and angry. I long to be everything I was, I just don’t know how to get back there.
So, this is how I wound up that way.
Hello, hello everyone. I’m Lacey Ryan Alabaster, twin to Laela Kelley Alabaster and daughter to two unknown people. I was pushed out seventeen minutes before Laela on the night of February twenty sixth at about nine forty seven in the evening. Yeah, I was born at night. I love the start, but anyways back to my story. I came out silent as can be. I didn’t even scream when the doctor patted my butt, or so Mom told me. Yeah, I was born dead. They thought there was no hope for me, but mom pushed them and about six minutes before Laela came out, I began to scream and shout and yell my little lungs out. Mom didn’t get much time to bask in the glory of me living, she had her hand fully with Laela, figuratively of course.
Well, I think that’s the right story. That’s the one I was told, and I believe every word of it. See, Laela and I were adopted. Our parents died I think. No one really knows. We lived at an orphanage, Laela and I until we were five and finally adopted by the sweetest woman in the world. I love her so much. She never had any kids of her own. I can tell it hurt her, but I don’t know what she would have done along with us and them. We were, well still are, a big handful. I don’t know why she puts up with it half the time. Maybe she just loves us that much. I don’t know why anyone would love me much.
I was always the rebel one. I never wanted to do anything unless there was a good reason or I was forced to. I hated the constant moving. It ruined my life. I rebelled, acted out. I didn’t mean to her my mom, but it just happened along the way. I think I hurt everyone around me, well the only two people I could ever call friend I mean, my mom and sister.
I was never the smartest one or to clever. I guess the lack of oxygen from being born half dead affected me a bit. I’m not retarded, just no where near as bright as Laela. That always made me feel bad. She always got all the light when it came to smarts. I wanted just once to be recognized for something, have an award on the fridge that was mine and mine alone, something I was good at, better than Laela. I got into sports when I was about nine. I loved softball. I was amazing at it, and I finally got something I was better at. I loved the glory it gave me, but it was short lived.
A few months after my big début into the sports world, we were drug away from the one place I ever did anything great with my life. I hated her for it. I didn’t talk for a few months, not to them anyways. We kept moving and acting as if nothing were strange. Well when I was about fourteen I began to act out even more. I got into drugs, yeah I was a druggie. Was! I started hanging out with the “wrong crowd” and began to act out and get violent. I even hit mom once. I didn’t mean to, it just kind of happened. She forgave me. I could never understand her. No matter what I did she still forgave me. Said I was her baby and she could never not love me.
After that I dropped the drugs and everything. Well I wanted to love her and she loved. Me. I always hated her for giving me a life I hated, but without her I wouldn’t have a life at all. That finally hit when we made this last move, and it became evident she was sick. I feel horrible for all the trouble I ever gave her. I’m the worst person ever. I couldn’t even love my mother and now God is taking her from me.
Learning from the past is something I’m good at. After about our third move I just stopped making friends. There was no need for them because we always left soon after we arrived somewhere. This place is no different. Filled with smiling, welcoming faces. Ones that I wont be seeing much of. I don’t see the point of making friends. I never had much need for them before, I don’t need them now. But with mom passing, will I start to need them?
Hello, hello everyone. I’m Lacey Ryan Alabaster, twin to Laela Kelley Alabaster and daughter to two unknown people. I was pushed out seventeen minutes before Laela on the night of February twenty sixth at about nine forty seven in the evening. Yeah, I was born at night. I love the start, but anyways back to my story. I came out silent as can be. I didn’t even scream when the doctor patted my butt, or so Mom told me. Yeah, I was born dead. They thought there was no hope for me, but mom pushed them and about six minutes before Laela came out, I began to scream and shout and yell my little lungs out. Mom didn’t get much time to bask in the glory of me living, she had her hand fully with Laela, figuratively of course.
Well, I think that’s the right story. That’s the one I was told, and I believe every word of it. See, Laela and I were adopted. Our parents died I think. No one really knows. We lived at an orphanage, Laela and I until we were five and finally adopted by the sweetest woman in the world. I love her so much. She never had any kids of her own. I can tell it hurt her, but I don’t know what she would have done along with us and them. We were, well still are, a big handful. I don’t know why she puts up with it half the time. Maybe she just loves us that much. I don’t know why anyone would love me much.
I was always the rebel one. I never wanted to do anything unless there was a good reason or I was forced to. I hated the constant moving. It ruined my life. I rebelled, acted out. I didn’t mean to her my mom, but it just happened along the way. I think I hurt everyone around me, well the only two people I could ever call friend I mean, my mom and sister.
I was never the smartest one or to clever. I guess the lack of oxygen from being born half dead affected me a bit. I’m not retarded, just no where near as bright as Laela. That always made me feel bad. She always got all the light when it came to smarts. I wanted just once to be recognized for something, have an award on the fridge that was mine and mine alone, something I was good at, better than Laela. I got into sports when I was about nine. I loved softball. I was amazing at it, and I finally got something I was better at. I loved the glory it gave me, but it was short lived.
A few months after my big début into the sports world, we were drug away from the one place I ever did anything great with my life. I hated her for it. I didn’t talk for a few months, not to them anyways. We kept moving and acting as if nothing were strange. Well when I was about fourteen I began to act out even more. I got into drugs, yeah I was a druggie. Was! I started hanging out with the “wrong crowd” and began to act out and get violent. I even hit mom once. I didn’t mean to, it just kind of happened. She forgave me. I could never understand her. No matter what I did she still forgave me. Said I was her baby and she could never not love me.
After that I dropped the drugs and everything. Well I wanted to love her and she loved. Me. I always hated her for giving me a life I hated, but without her I wouldn’t have a life at all. That finally hit when we made this last move, and it became evident she was sick. I feel horrible for all the trouble I ever gave her. I’m the worst person ever. I couldn’t even love my mother and now God is taking her from me.
Learning from the past is something I’m good at. After about our third move I just stopped making friends. There was no need for them because we always left soon after we arrived somewhere. This place is no different. Filled with smiling, welcoming faces. Ones that I wont be seeing much of. I don’t see the point of making friends. I never had much need for them before, I don’t need them now. But with mom passing, will I start to need them?
So ROCKIN'!
+Boys&&Cereal
+Photographs&&Panic! At The Disco
+Reading&&Dancing
+Hellos Kitty&&Skelanimals
+Piercings&&Hair Dye
+My Bass&&Laela
+Kittens&&Puppies
+Movies&&Popcorn
+Kisses&&Piggyback Rides
+Facebook&&Singing
+Writing&&Bottle Caps
+Bracelets&&Necklaces
+Rings&&Nail Polish
+Shopping&&Little Girls
+Concerts&&Roadtrips
+Laughing&&Jokes
+My Cell Phone&&Text Messages
+Ringtones&&Rainbows
+My Hair Products&&My Hair Stylist
+Playing Piano&&My iPod
+Instant Messages&&Chewing Gum
+Lucky Charms&&Chinese Food
+Ordering In&&Take Out
+Dates&&Cuddling
+Fishes&&The Number Seven
+Boys&&Cereal
+Photographs&&Panic! At The Disco
+Reading&&Dancing
+Hellos Kitty&&Skelanimals
+Piercings&&Hair Dye
+My Bass&&Laela
+Kittens&&Puppies
+Movies&&Popcorn
+Kisses&&Piggyback Rides
+Facebook&&Singing
+Writing&&Bottle Caps
+Bracelets&&Necklaces
+Rings&&Nail Polish
+Shopping&&Little Girls
+Concerts&&Roadtrips
+Laughing&&Jokes
+My Cell Phone&&Text Messages
+Ringtones&&Rainbows
+My Hair Products&&My Hair Stylist
+Playing Piano&&My iPod
+Instant Messages&&Chewing Gum
+Lucky Charms&&Chinese Food
+Ordering In&&Take Out
+Dates&&Cuddling
+Fishes&&The Number Seven
Ugh, turn it down!
-Moving&&Drugs
-Alcohol&&Sadness
-Medicine&&Doctors
-Death&&Violence
-Car Wrecks&&Homeless People
-Nursing Homes&&Old people
-Hospitals&&Tile Floors
-Birds&&Snakes
-Spiders&&Spider Webs
-Tall Grass&&Airplanes
-Homopphobia&&Black People Who Think The World Owes Them Something
-Guns&&Hunting
-Hurting Animals&&Polution
-People Who Think They Are Better Than Everyone Else&&People Who Can’t Sing And Think They Can
-Fakes&&Posers
-Papercuts&&Running Out Of Ink
-Messy Rooms&&Losing Pens
-Feets&&Creepy Looking Old Men
-People Who Think Sex On The Internet Is Cool&&Porn Websites
-Popups&&AOL
-Slow Internet Service&&Losing My Laptop Cord
-Moving&&Drugs
-Alcohol&&Sadness
-Medicine&&Doctors
-Death&&Violence
-Car Wrecks&&Homeless People
-Nursing Homes&&Old people
-Hospitals&&Tile Floors
-Birds&&Snakes
-Spiders&&Spider Webs
-Tall Grass&&Airplanes
-Homopphobia&&Black People Who Think The World Owes Them Something
-Guns&&Hunting
-Hurting Animals&&Polution
-People Who Think They Are Better Than Everyone Else&&People Who Can’t Sing And Think They Can
-Fakes&&Posers
-Papercuts&&Running Out Of Ink
-Messy Rooms&&Losing Pens
-Feets&&Creepy Looking Old Men
-People Who Think Sex On The Internet Is Cool&&Porn Websites
-Popups&&AOL
-Slow Internet Service&&Losing My Laptop Cord
Obey P i K A S A U R U S R 3 X. She knows what she's talking about.
