AlextheAngel

Oh my... Lyipheoria is into Djent and Progressive? I believe you might like my music, then. Anyway, before the whole "angel" thing, I was known as... dare I say it... YoloAlex. I changed it up for a variety of reasons. One, I was sick of getting hate mail from people who for some reason took offense to the acronym YOLO. I have no idea why. I personally like the term, disregarding the people who use it as an excuse to do stupid things. Second: I've been in the furry fandom for quite some time, but never felt comfortable with being addressed a purple and blue dragon. I switched my fursona to a human, but for some reason people didn't like that. So I switched it to an angel. Still, not many people cared for the whole humanoid fursona thing, but I honestly didn't care. The friends that I had when I had the dragon fursona basically all stopped talking to me. However, I made many more friends in the following years. I guess it was just my own little way of filtering out real friends from the ones who only care for the fursona. Third: Helping people is a bit of a specialty of mine. Ever since I made my first online account, I've talked countless people out of their depression ails and even suicide attempts. Over the years, I've grown more and more experienced with it, and many people have even recommended me to their own friends. Some of them have gone so far as to call me their guardian angel. As for the "Alex" part? Simple. It's my first name.

It does mean something. A lot, actually. Thank you, very much.

Thanks. I don't expect anyone to feel pity for me, but it does feel nice to be able to vent some of these feelings. It feels even better that there are some who are willing to listen.

I sense something cuter than me... IT MUST BE DESTROYED!!!

What exactly is a mother? As far as I’ve been told… or what “normal” society has leaded me to believe, a mother is someone who protects their young. Whenever a child is collapsing, a mother is supposed to be their support, to keep that child from falling. A mother provides unconditional love, and the best care that is within their power as a human being to provide. It is the mother’s job to fill a painful crater within a child’s heart, and make them feel wanted… Make them feel like they belong in this world. Then why is it that I still have that crater? Even since I was a defenseless infant, my own mother never had any intentions to protect me… to give me all of those things mentioned above. Whenever I began to collapse, she would much rather hit the bottle to keep herself from collapsing, without any regard for me. I was completely heartbroken when I found out that my mother only gave birth to be because the government feels sorry for homeless women who have children. She never saw me as a son, she saw me as her “ticket”. There was one time I was sitting in church, and they had a few children explain how they knew their mother loved them. And I sat through ten minutes of hearing replies along the lines of: “She takes care of me.” “She comforts me when I’m sad.” “She goes out of her way to provide for me.” Hearing all of this, I was completely unsure of how I should react. I couldn’t cry, since my tear duds ran dry years ago. I was just… confused. When I hear about someone’s mother passing away, I do feel sympathy for them… but I can never in my life say that I know how it feels without lying to their face. Because I don’t know how it feels, and I fear that I will never know. Now, I’m an adult, and I’ve moved on… for the most part. To this day, I still have that deep, painful crater in my soul that will probably never be filled. People have told me countless times to forget, but it’s easier said than done. Thing like this that happen… you can’t just forget it. I’d like to say that I’m used to it, but I can’t say that, because it bothers me every day. The fact that I never had a mother, and most likely never will.