Something I want to say...
BTH has been really slow lately. Mainly because Sarah and I are both in school.
But at the same time I check FS everyday and we’ve only had one submission in the past few weeks.
BTH can not run without all of your amazing stories, pictures, comments…anything.
So please keep sending them in, keep holding hope, and if you one day want to see us at Warped or on tour than it will really have to make it a group effort.
:)
No matter how short/long/strange/sad the story is, I promise that Sarah and I will both read it. We’ve both read every single story ever submitted.
Love you all,
-Steph <33
…personal message to Sarah, it’s Kay. =] I just wanted to say I think your personal story is heartwarming and inspirational. It takes a lot of courage and strength to continuously deal with so many problems and so much grief. You’re incredibly strong to deal with it almost completely on your own, you remind me of myself. Really, to be so independent and not NEED anyone, you are so strong. It’s so awesome to see you embracing your story and who you are and what you’ve been through. I look up to you and I’m always here if you want to vent. I know we’re not particularly close, but I’m serious. If you ever need a friend, I’m here. =]
This is Steph posting this, by Kay I love you and Sarah I love you too :D
-Steph <33
Edit:
This is Sarah. Thank you so much. [: <3
<3Sarah
Morning everyone!
I woke this morning to receive a FWD about BTH!
What an amazing feeling!
Thanks so much everyone!
-Steph <33
the story about how alexander william gaskarth saved my life:
this is not for anyone. this is for me. i’m ready for this. [:
this started roughly seven or eight months ago. i’m really anti social in my family. i don’t like talking to people. i’m not sure why, i still haven’t figured it out. my mom’s side has depression problems. i don’t know if that has anything to do with it. it might but i’m not sure. we don’t talk about anything like that. anyway, this started a lot of fights with my parents and my family because i was so distant and no one knew why, not even me. my dad was thinking about leaving. like flat out leaving, he told me. this became screaming matches with my parents and me, and basically going into this world that i was terrified to go into. and i knew the fights were because of me. it all started because of me. there would be times i sat in my room crying with anything i could get my hands on that was sharp and think about cutting myself. i never actually did because most of the time i was shaking too much. i would cry until i would hyperventilate. i couldn’t breathe and would start to panic. my dad asked me the question that i can still remember. should we go to therapy? do you need help? those words still, i guess, haunt me. i couldn’t believe that i was at the point where my family wasn’t even sure if i was sane. throughout this nobody was there. my friends don’t know this. no one knows. i would write it all down. i have my journals filled with lyrics and poems and notes that i would write. i can’t look at them without feeling what i felt months ago. listening to all time low saved me. they showed me that life isn’t all that bad. i would spend nights on the computer listening to their music or watching hilarious interviews with them and they gave me hope. they gave me something to believe in. they never let me down. listening to lullabies gave me so much hope. i related it to my dad somehow, my classmate committing suicide, even my dog dying. i related it to my life. everyone leaving. that song gave me everything. then august fourteenth rolled around and i found out my sister had cancer. all time low was there. not my parents, not my friends, all time low. they gave me hope my sister would be okay. i would stay up for five nights without barely any sleep because every time i would imagine my sister and cancer and i would just start balling. all time low was there. even if they weren’t there physically, they were there through their music. and a couple weeks ago, i got into another fight with my dad. i also found out he has more skin cancer on his head. i started to hyperventilate like usual but once i put on my ipod everything stops. time is frozen and in a matter of minutes, i’m okay. therapy helped me so much.therapy, you were never a friend to me. that song is my life. that and lullabies explains everything i felt and thought. i felt like alex knew everything about me. of course the band as a whole mean the world to me but alex in particular showed me that when you are at the bottom, there’s nowhere else to go but up. things are better now, i talk to my parents more, but everyday i still wonder what i would have done with all time low, without alex. what would i have done to myself? i still don’t know the answers.i know this story isn’t the most tragic. it’s not the mot depressing, it’s not the most amazing story out there but it’s mine. broken and beaten but it’s mine and i don’t think i would change it. it made me who i am now. just happy to be alive and well. because i’ve seen the other side of the spectrum and it’s not a place i would like to return.
<3Sarah
Hands down
the best All TIme Low/ Show I have ever experienced in my life.
<3Sarah
konfusionwithak
then i might see you there !
and is your name from konstantine by something corporate?
[: amazing song.
<3Sarah
P.S. First band/Artist/Member you ever met?
Mine was John O’Callaghan [:
<3Sarah
Do you ever feel like, sure people like the same band as you, but no one really loves them the way you do? I always feel like that. And then when you see that one person who likes them to the extent that you do, you get really happy.
Maybe that’s just me.
[:
<3Sarah
