Yesterday’s Warped Tour was probably the best I’ve been too so far over these last few years. I saw more bands than I usually do, connected to bands from my elementary/early high school days, met amazing people, but there was one thing that bothered me.
After a few hours of being there, I began looking around and I was so disheartened. Almost everywhere I looked there was someone with scars or fresh cuts on their arms or legs. It’s just sad thinking that a majority, if not every single one of them, is going through something that makes them feel that bad.
I was once someone who did the same. Maybe not as often or as deep as others do it, but I still did it. I’m not posting this to tell my story. I’m not posting this to talk about what I saw. I’m posting this because if there is anyone, whether we’ve talked before or not, going through something and need someone to talk to, I am here.
If I’m at work, I’ll probably reply within a few hours. If I’m asleep, you can either call or I’ll wakeup and see it some point during the night. But if anyone ever needs to talk I am here. Although I will not post my number on here, I will post my facebook link and if need be, I will give you my number. No one should have to feel alone.
If you look me up on facebook, my name is Alyssa Valach. Not Alyssa Ann Valach, simply Alyssa Valach.