~ I love many constellations...

HELLO!! My name is TsukiyomiAlikutoMissaWatusi! (its so weird that if you type it with a space before the capitals it says it's spelled wrong, but altogether, there's no red underline) I finally bugged my mom enough to get an account! oh yeah...

If anyone ever received an anonymous review from MW, that was me!

It was fun being anonymous!

feel free to call me Alikuto or TAMW or MW or whatever!

--looks at profile pic-- ... explodes CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE!!~!!

OH MY F-IN GOD! IKUTO IS MY LOVE. HE IS MY BOYFRIEND AND IF I WASN'T A VERY STRONG CATHOLIC AND IF I HAD NEVER BEEN TAUGHT ABOUT GOD THEN I MIGHT HAVE HIM AS MY GOD (okay. that's a little overly dramatic...)

~~~~~(its really fun to put these!)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

to me, banana cream pie yoplait yogurt light tastes like a pina colada (One w/o alcohol!!I'm not even close to being able to drink yet)

a~a~a~a~a~a

NE, NE, MINNA~! I'M THE CO ADMIN OF A WEBSITE! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!

It's me and MysticalFlyingPiggies (OMG, GO READ HER STORIES, LIKE, NOW!)

so! for all your anime/japanese song needs...

GO HERE!!

my totally awesome site

c~c~c~c~c

RANDOM ME-NESS!!

1

...When you've read M rated stories on fanfiction

it gives a whole new meaning to the phrase,

'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade'

-muffled laughter- limeade...

2

George Lopez isn't as funny

if you don't have crazy Mexican relatives.

(It's true!)

3

I don't want to travel the world.

I want to travel the stars!

(and see MANY CONSTELLATIONS!!)

4

...I currently have the strangest urge to re-watch every episode of Tokyo Mew Mew...

m~m~m~m~m

a little about me!

NAME: I'll give you some hints.

1-it starts and ends with an A

2-there are 3 vowels and 3 consonants (6 letters in all)

3-the last three letters spelled backwards is the equivalent of a donkey

4-i get REALLY PISSED when someone spells it with a y

5- the Missa part should help you.

PM me if you think you get it!

AGE: why the HELL would I tell you that?(I'm going into high school this year, so that should narrow it down for you)

GENDER: I think it's pretty safe to say I'm a GIRL

LUCKY NUMBER: 27!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! 27 is the atomic number of cobalt!! BLUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE!! IKUTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

I AM: A perv. a HUGE PERV. (...wow. interesting choice of words, but I'm glad i'm a girl!...) I USED TO BE NORMAL UNTIL I STARTED BEING FRIENDS WITH TADEMMMA, but unfortunately, I AM A PERVERT AND I CAN'T DENY IT. THERE IS A LOT WRONG WITH THAT, BUT OH FREAKIN WELL. But, I still don't get the lamp thing...

MY #1 PET PEEVE: Okay, don't ask me why...but I have this thing with doors. When I'm in a room the door CAN NOT BE OPEN. I SERIOUSLY CAN'T PUT ENOUGH EMPHASIS ON THE CANNOT. I WILL START SHAKING, AND MY EYE WILL START TWITCHING AFTER AWHILE. And what's really weird is that I have only developed this problem recently.(a few years ago actually. that's not that long if you think about it. And I'm pretty young.)

MY FAVORITE SONG: Hotel California by The Eagles (There's actually an emotional reason explaining this. Will I tell you? No sorry! I'm not up to giving that type of personal info...)

MY FAVORITE JAPANESE SONG: Gimmick Game by Mizuki Nana (WOOT! GO SONGS THAT REMIND ME OF DDR!)

MY FAVORITE KOREAN SONG: Replay by SHINee (OH MY GOD! IT'S SO FREAKIN BOMB, I LOVE IT WITH ALL MY HEART! AND THE LYRICS! T-T)

MY FAVORITE INSTRUMENTAL(CLASSICAL?) SONG: Nausicaa Symphonic Poem:First Movement ( i taught myself how to play it on the piano, it's SO beautiful!)

MY CURRENTLY OBSESSED OVER SONG(S): Reply by SHINee (...enough said) tsukushi by Yamashita Kousuke (from hana yori dango... kire~ i LOVE hana yori dango!!

MY FAVORITE COLOR: blue. And Ikuto having blue hair really is ironic.(Kyaaaaaaaa!) Oh, and I HATE RED.(the color, people!) RED IS TOTALLY EVIL FOR ME.

MY FAVORITE ANIME/MANGA: Shugo Chara!

MY FAV J-DRAMA: Hana Yori Dango. TSUKASAAAAAA~~~~ RUIIIIIIIII~~~~

CURRENT BOOK BEING READ(I'm also a bookworm): The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen (...so sad...so wonderful~)

FUN FACT: When I sneeze, people scream. I sneeze LOUDLY. VERY, VERY LOUDLY.

RECENT WTF MOMENTS:

-okay, so this girl Gen at my school asked to see my hand, and she YANKED my middle finger down really hard. And i squeaked! It was funny you should have seen my face. So then she whisperd to me that that's the sound i'll make when i... um... make love. TMI! so then she did it to my friend roxanna, and she just said "...ow." LOL! it was funny. so then my OTHER friend wanted to know what we said after class when we were walking to PE, and so when i whispered it to HER she said TMI, too. So then while we were stil on our way...:

Me: glances down at finger It really hurt at first, but then it kinda felt... good.

2 friends: ...take giant step away from me

Me: What? ..Oh, wait.. W-HA-.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT!

I CLAIM OWNERSHIP TO ALL STRANGE THINGS I SAY

Here's the youtube link I use.(its my friend's, but the videos are made by me) youtube

imeem link-(my friends) imeem

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys don't want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.

i loved that. made me feel special. C=

QUOTES

from Strawberry Blood by MysticalFlyingPiggies (GO READ IT!!)

amu:

He’s…he…he’s manipulating my hormones! That is in no way fair play, using his attractive vampire features and camping them up so that I am quite literally under his spell completely.

from Howl's Moving Castle (BEST. MOVIE. EVER.)

sophie:

just go find some field and stand in it!

(O)

more to come!

QUOTES

I found this on Smallvillegirl2's (go read her stories! THEY ROCK!) profile, and I though it would be cool, so yeah.

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:

1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie andtry to pretend your cool... and alot of the songs fit with the setting

Opening Credits: Another Believer - Rufus Wainwright

Waking Up: Catch You Catch Me - Gumi

First Day At School: Honto no Jibun - Buono!

Falling In Love: Numa Numa - Ozone (...WTF?!)

Fight Song: Ghosts - Ladytron

Breaking Up: Ain't No Mountain High Enough - Diana Ross

Prom night: La La Land - Demi Lovato

Life: Little Wonders - Rob Thomas

Mental Breakdown: Poker Face - Lady Gaga

Driving: Long Time Coming - Oliver James

Flashback: Konpeki no Yoru - Di'LL

Getting back together: Bleeding Love - Leona Lewis

Wedding: This Christmas - Elliot Yamin (uhh...)

Birth of Child: Fight Inside - RED (LOL. kinda funny)

Final Battle: No Alternative - Tina Sugandh

Funeral Song: Blind - Lifehouse

Final Credits: Mad World - Adam Lambert

That was...quite interesting!

this was on Tsukiyomi Gemma's profile (read her stories OR ELSE!!)

1. Put Your iTunes, Windows Media Player, ETC on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name.
5. Put this in your profile.

1.If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say?

Clocks by Coldplay (HOLY SIDFHKVHODFIJGVDI!! I LOVE THIS SONG!!)

2.How would you describe yourself?

Boom, Boom by the Venga Boys (NOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! WHY THIS SONG!! GAH!)

3. What do you like in a girl/guy?

Walking With Strangers by the Birthday Massacre ( I lOOOVE THEM!)

4. How do you feel today?

La La Land by Demi Lovato

5. What is your life's purpose?

Embryo by Di'LL ((LOL! i want the Embryo?)

6. What is your motto?

(hilarious laughter) Goofy Goober Rock by Spongebob (WOOT! that's what I'm TALKIN ABOUT!)

7. What do your friends think of you?

(more hilarious laughter) The Happy Happy Joy Joy Song (!! OH YEAH! THAT'S ME!)

8. What do you think of your parents?

Put Your Records On by Corrine Bailey Rae (This song never gets old!)

9. What do you think about very often?

Cut by Plumb (Oh wow. That's really sad.)

10. What is 2 + 2?

Circus by Britney Spears (O...kay?)

11. What do you think of your best friend?

Unknown Soldier by Breakin Benjamin

12. What do you think of the person you like?

I Want You Back by the Jackson 5 (I DO! I DO WANT HIM BACK, BUT I'LL NEVER SEE HIM AGAIN!! T-T)

~(Even if I don't believe in it...) IT'S NUMEROLOGY TIME!!~

1) this is what i get if i put my first, middle, and last name-

There are 20 letters in your name.
Those 20 letters total to 74
There are 8 vowels and 12 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:

Teutonic Female Noble humor.

English Female Variant of Alice.

Your number is: 11

The characteristics of #11 are: High spiritual plane, intuitive, illumination, idealist, a dreamer.

The expression or destiny for #11:
Your Expression number is 11. The number 11 is the first of the master numbers. It is associated with idealistic concepts and rather spiritual issues. Accordingly, it is a number with potentials that are somewhat more difficult to live up to. You have the capacity to be inspirational, and the ability to lead merely by your own example. An inborn inner strength and awareness can make you an excellent teacher, social worker, philosopher, or advisor. No matter what area of work you pursue, you are very aware and sensitive to the highest sense of your environment. Your intuition is very strong; in fact, many psychic people and those involved in occult studies have the number 11 expression. You possess a good mind with keen analytical ability. Because of this you can probably succeed in most lines of work, however, you will do better and be happier outside of the business world. Oddly enough, even here you generally succeed, owing to your often original and unusual approach. Nonetheless, you are more content working with your ideals, rather than dollars and cents.

The positive aspect of the number 11 expression is an always idealistic attitude. Your thinking is long term, and you are able to grasp the far-reaching effects of actions and plans. You are disappointed by the shortsighted views of many of your contemporaries. You are deeply concerned and supportive of art, music, or of beauty in any form.

The negative attitudes associated with the number 11 expression include a continuous sense of nervous tension; you may be too sensitive and temperamental. You tend to dream a lot and may be more of a dreamer than a doer. Fantasy and reality sometimes become intermingled and you are sometimes very impractical. You tend to want to spread the illumination of your knowledge to others irrespective of their desire or need.

Your Soul Urge number is: 7

A Soul Urge number of 7 means:
With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being.

You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly.

The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others.

Your Inner Dream number is: 4

An Inner Dream number of 4 means:
You dream of being a very solid citizen that people can depend upon. You strive for organization and predictable order. You want to be recognized as a person with a plan and the discipline to make that plan work like clockwork.

2) this is what I get if i put in only my first and last name-

There are 11 letters in your name.
Those 11 letters total to 27
There are 5 vowels and 6 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:

Teutonic Female Noble humor.

English Female Variant of Alice.

Your number is: 9

The characteristics of #9 are: Humanitarian, giving nature, selflessness, obligations, creative expression.

The expression or destiny for #9:
The expression that you exhibit is represented by the number 9. Your talents center in humanistic interests and approaches. You like to help others as you were intended to be the 'big brother or big sister' type. You operate best when you follow your feelings and sense of compassion, and allow yourself to be sensitive to the needs of others. You work well with people, and have the potential to inspire. This suggests that you could successfully teach or counsel. Creative ability, imagination and artistic talent (often latent) of the highest order are present in this expression. It's possible that you're not using or developing all of these capabilities at this time. Some of your talents may have been used at an earlier time in your life, and some may still be latent. Be aware of your capabilities, so that you can make use of them at appropriate times.

If you are able to achieve the potential of your natural expression in this life, you are capable of much human understanding and have a lot to give to others. Your personal ambitions are likely to be maintained in a very positive perspective, never losing sight of an interest in people, and a sympathetic, tolerant, broad-minded and compassionate point of view. You are quite idealistic, and disappointed at the lack of perfection in the world. You have a strong awareness of your own feeling as well as those of others. Friendships, affection, and love are extremely important.

Undeveloped or ignored, the negative side of the 9 expression can be very selfish and self-centered. If you do not actively involve yourself with work that benefits others, you may tend to express just the opposite characteristics. It is your role to be very involved with other people and their needs, but it may be difficult for you achieve this role. Aloofness, lack of involvement, and a lack of sensitivity mark the low road of this expression.

Your Soul Urge number is: 6

A Soul Urge number of 6 means:
With a number 6 Soul Urge, you would like to be appreciated for your ability to handle responsibility. Your home and family are likely to be a strong focus for you, perhaps the strongest focus of your life. Friendship, love, and affection are high on your list of priorities for a happy life. You have a lot of diplomatic tendencies in your makeup, as you a able to rectify and balance situations with an innate skill. You like working with people rather than by yourself. It is extremely important for you to have harmony in your environment at all times.

The positive side of the 6 Soul Urge produces a huge capacity for responsibility; you are always there and ready to assume more than your share of the load. If you possess positive 6 Soul Urges and express them, you are known for your generosity, understanding and deep sympathetic attitude. Strong 6 energy is very giving of love, affection, and emotional support. You may have the inclination to teach or serve your community in other idealistic ways. You have natural abilities to help people. You are also likely to have artistic and creative leanings.

If you have an over-supply of 6 energy in your makeup, you may express some of the negative traits common to this number. With such a strong sympathetic attitude, it is easy to become too emotional. Sometimes the desires to render help can be over done, and it can become interfering and an attitude that is too protective, rather than helpful. The person with too much 6 energy often finds that people tend to take advantage of this very giving spirit. You may tend to repress your own needs so that you can cater to the demands from others. At times, there may be a tendency in this, for becoming over-loaded with such demands, and as a result become resentful.

Your Inner Dream number is: 3

An Inner Dream number of 3 means:
You dream of artistic expression; writing, painting, music. You would seek to more freely express your inner feeling and obtain more enjoyment from life. You also dream of being more popular, likable, and appreciated.

This is what I get if i only put my first name-

There are 6 letters in your name.
Those 6 letters total to 16
There are 3 vowels and 3 consonants in your name.

What your first name means:

Teutonic Female Noble humor.

English Female Variant of Alice.

Your number is: 7

The characteristics of #7 are: Analysis, understanding, knowledge, awareness, studious, meditating.

The expression or destiny for #7:
Thought, analysis, introspection, and seclusiveness are all characteristics of the expression number 7. The hallmark of the number 7 is a good mind, and especially good at searching out and finding the truth. You are so very capable of analyzing, judging and discriminating, that very little ever escapes your observation and deep understanding. You are the type of person that can really get involved in a search for wisdom or hidden truths, often becoming an authority on whatever it is your are focusing on. This can easily be of a technical or scientific nature, or it may be religious or occult, it matters very little, you pursue knowledge with the same sort of vigor. You can make a very fine teacher, or because of a natural inclination toward the spiritual, you may become deeply emerged in religious affairs or even psychic explorations. You tend to operate on a rather different wavelength, and many of your friends may not really know you very well. The positive aspects of the 7 expression are that you can be a true perfectionist in a very positive sense of the word. You are very logical, and usually employ a quite rational approach to most things you do. You can be so rational at times that you almost seem to lack emotion, and when you are faced with an emotional situation, you may have a bit of a problem coping with it. You have excellent capabilities to study and learn really deep and difficult subjects, and to search for hidden fundamentals. At full maturity you are likely to be a very peaceful and poised individual.

If there is an over supply of the number 7 in your makeup, the negative aspects of the number may be apparent. The chief negative of 7 relates to the limited degree of trust that you may have in people. A tendency to be highly introverted can make you a bit on the self-centered side, certainly very much self-contained . Because of this, you are not very adaptable, and you may tend to be overly critical and intolerant. You really like to work alone, at your own pace and in your own way. You neither show or understand emotions very well.

Your Soul Urge number is: 11

A Soul Urge number of 11 means:
With the 11 Soul Urge, much of your thinking and interests relate to the abstract, the spiritual, and Utopian dreams. You are motivated toward idealistic concepts, and the sharing of your ideas and concepts with humanity. This number is not one that is giving in a material or a practical sense, but rather one who desires to help mankind with a more abstract commodity such as religion, spiritualism, occult studies, or even psychic abilities.

If you possess the positive 11 Soul Urge traits, you have a dream of the perfect world; you are highly idealistic and inspirational. Your inner strength and devotion to your beliefs are extremely strong. You have a very good mind that is especially well equipped to handle the higher, more abstract forms of thought.

If there is an excess of 11 energy in your makeup, you may possess some the negative 11 traits. There is a tendency for the 11 to produce considerable amounts of nervous tension which is bought on by a very high level of awareness. You may be too sensitive and overly emotional. In some cases, these sensitivities and emotions are quite repressed, and this tends to add even more to the sense of nervousness in the makeup.

The strong 11 is not a very practical person because of the extreme idealism; often, there is a degree of self-deception present. There is usually a rather fixed idea of right and wrong held by those showing strong 11 traits, and with this very often is a resulting attitude of inflexibility.

Your Inner Dream number is: 5

An Inner Dream number of 5 means:
You dream of being totally free and unrestrained by responsibility. You see yourself conversing and mingling with the natives in many nations, living for adventure and life experiences. You imagine what you might accomplished.

MY OPINION-

...WHAT THE FUCK?! I DON'T WANT TO BE A TEACHER!! AND WHAT THE HELL IS THE OCCULT? HUH??

AND IS SECLUSIVENESS A WORD?

Personally I think 2 fits me the best, but really all of them got some stuff right.

Pushing aside the comment that the...ever so delightful (cough perverted! cough) Tademma made about it,

I guess you could say that I'm a cocktail of different things. my ethnicities(SP?) included!

But that's what makes me me ~(

#@!-~HAZAAH!~-!@#

COPY AND PASTE!!( i love these!)

v LOOK DOWN v LOOK DOWN v HOLY SHIZ! IKUTO LOVERS, YOU HAD BETTER PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!

If you are pissed beyond belief at del-ray for making Ikuto's transformation 'Black Links' (SERIOUSLY?! WTF!) instead of Black Lynx like IT FREAKING SHOULD BE!! copy and paste this into your profile!

For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you memorize the complete biographies and physical traits of all the characters in Twilight (or almost, at least). Crazy is when you wirte Emmett or Edward Cullen is hot on your homework instead of actually doing it. Crazy is when you fill up the tab seperators in your binder with doodles/love notes/ confessions of love/ any other Twilight realted thing you can think of about Twilight or the Twilight characters. Crazy is when you can open up Twilight and know exactly which part you are at just by reading one word. Crazy is when you print out all the Twilight series covers and put them on the wall of your closet. Crazy is when you have a folder in your backpack full of pictures (drawn and computer generated) for the Twilight series, and have all the playlist songs on your iPod. Crazy is when you walk into a store, walk around in duckie robes that are sold there, and take pictures of you and your friends doing crazy things (wearing cat beds on you head or kissing garden statues of frogs) until closing time. NONONO CRAzY is when, you and your cousins see a guy of a Four-wheeler and chase him away form the yard your in! Crazy would definatley be when you make out with a pillow, imaginin it was Ikuto! NO! crazy is when you go to your bedroom closet and ask your self"were did the icecream go? TAMW: PFFT! Crazy is when you steal a picture of the guy you like from the yearbook staff(In my case, the one that you're IN CHARGE OF), photoshop (or cut and paste) Ikuto's hair and clothes on him, compare them and then say, "Wow! He actually looks good like that!"/ If you're crazy, copy this into your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list

93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're a part of the 7 percent who would ask the person, "What was your first clue?", copy this into your profile and add your name to the list: Sunlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Moonlit Goddess of the C.O.C.A., Evil Genius of the COCA, Invader Miley Phantom, dAnnYsGiRl777, BloodySalvation, Lady Lost-A-Lot, bellabookworm9, Bella Masen Cullen, Vampire Scooby, Alannaswarrior, Ginormous Funtastic Everything, Kara Hitame, HopelessxRomanticx1993, boyzaremylife, September5Rhyme (and proud to do so), HisokaYukiko, fullmetal'sgirl92, DarkRose02, devotedtodreams, The Misadventures of Miyako, AkUrO HaChIrObEi,rubixxanimefan, TsukiyomiAlikutoMissaWatusi,

Pluto was no longer declared a planet on August 27 of 2006 just because it was "Too small" and "Off its orbit" for a couple scientists' likings. If you still think Pluto should be a planet, then copy and paste this to your profile. LONG LIVE PLUTO!

copy and paste this into your profile if you're TOTALLY PISSED that there might not be another Artemis Fowl

-- POST THIS INTO YOUR PROFILE IF YOU THINK HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG!--

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the Realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

okay. I really feel strongly about this

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, Crazy Billie Joe Loving Freak, Shadow929, The Astrology Nerd, brown-eyed angelofmusic, piratesswriter/fairy to be, The Gypsy-Pirate Queen,xGabriellaxBoltonx, xEarlySunsetsOverMonroevillex, Smartest Girl In The World,'rEd RoSe-StArFiRe-RoSeFiRe', Zwergschnauzer, dablackfox101, mushroomcloudslooklikebroccoli, Really Really Long PenName Guy, xXAnimeKittenXx, Smallvillegirl2, TsukiyomiAlikutoMissaWatusi,

92 percent of American teens would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them it uncool to breathe. Copy this into your profile if you would be in the 8 percent laughing their @sses off at the others.

98 percent of teenagers do or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this into your profile.

ESPECIALLY THESE!

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't repost it?

Why do we ((sleep)) in church,
But stay ((awake)) through a 2 hour movie?
Why is it so ((hard)) to talk about God,
but so ((easy)) to Gossip?
Why are we so ((bored)) when we look at a Christian magazine,
but find it ((easy)) to read Playboy?
Why is it so easy to ((ignore)) a Godly Facebook Wall Post,
Yet we ((repost)) the nasty ones?
Why are ((churches)) getting smaller,
But ((bars and clubs)) are growing?
Think about it, are you going to repost this?
Are you going to ignore it, cause you think you'll get laughed at?
Would You Have Read This if it Said... Read This In Gods Name.

80 percent of you wont repost this.

Jesus Christ said:

"If you deny me in front of your friends I will deny you in front of my father"

seriously people! think about what he's done for you

If you think that it's not fair that the guys in manga and anime are almost always better than the guys in the real world, copy and paste this in your profile! Then add your name. List: Mit-chan007/Jessie, Ni-Chan, raining-pandas, nongpad, Keiko Hayasaka, pockysnightmare, Morningstar04, Smallvillegirl2, TsukiyomiAlikutoMissaWatusi,

this one made me cry...

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine, but i will have a lot of it
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

'Before you take the life of your baby, really consider all your options.

If you're against abortion, re-post this

this one hurts-

If your against child abuse, copy and paste this on your profile:

My name is May

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake

I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry," I scream

But its now much too late

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.

My name is May

And I am but three,

Tonight my daddy,

Murdered me.

okay, i totally cried-

Mommy...Johnny brought a gun to school,

He told his friends that it was cool,

And when he pulled the trigger back,

It shot with a great, huge crack.

Mommy, I was a good girl, I did what I was told,

I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!

When I went to school that day,

I never said good-bye.

I'm sorry that I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.

When Johnny shot the gun, he hit me and another,

And all because Johnny, got the gun from his brother.

Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,

And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.

And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,

And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now

And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best

Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest

Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,

And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass

Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one, though, deserves this.

But mommy, it's not fair, I left without a kiss.

And Mommy tell the doctors; I know that they really did try

I think I even saw one doctor, trying not to cry.

Mommy, I'm slowly dying, with a bullet in my chest,

But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest

When I heard that great, big crack, I ran as fast as I could

please listen to me if you would,

I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new

I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo

I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,

I wanted to be an actress, I really wanted to live.

But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,

Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry I had to cancel the date.

I love you Mommy, I always have, I know you know its true

And Mommy all I need to say is, "Mommy, I love you"

for those in the Virginia Tech shooting

~God bless all the families. Know that til this day people are praying for you.

If you believe and trust in the Lord enough to believe that the world will NOT END IN 2012 unless He wants it to, copy and paste this in your profile.

OH MY GOD! I WAS SERIOUSLY LAUGHING FOR HOURS!-

RANDOM LIST OF STUPIDITY!!KYAAAAA!!

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You havent played solitaire with real cards in years.

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is that they dont have a screen name or myspace.

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the button on the tv.

6.) Your boss doesnt even have the ability to do your job.

7.) You read this list, & keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list, you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You actually scrolled back up to check that there was a number 5.

11.) & now you're laughing at your stupidity.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for it. And you know you did.

...oh God, this is so sad

Slow Dance

This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer.

She wants to see how many people get her poem.

It is quite the poem. Please pass it on.

This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital .

It was sent by a medical doctor.

Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids

On a merry-go-round?

Or listened to the rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?

Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Do you run through each day

On the fly?

When you ask How are you?

Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores

Running through your head?

You'd better slow down

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short.

The music won't last.

Ever told your child,

We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,

Not see his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,

Let a good friendship die

Cause you never had time

To call and say,'Hi'

You'd better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.

Time is short

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere

You miss half the fun of getting there.

When you worry and hurry through your day,

It is like an unopened gift...

Thrown away.

Life is not a race.

Do take it slower

Hear the music

Before the song is over.

FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.

Dear All:

PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know - even to those you don't know! It is the request of a special girl who will soon leave this world due to cancer.

This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will.

She'll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.

By you sending this to as many people as possible, you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every name that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate 3 cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan. One guy sent this to 500 people! So I know that we can at least send it to 5 or 6. It's not even your money, just your time!

PLEASE PASS ON AS A LAST REQUEST.

Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor
Department of Developmental and Molecular Biology
1300 Morris Park Avenue
Bronx , New York 10461

IT'S SONG TIME!!

Little Wonders by Rob Thomas

(I used this in my salutatorian speech for eighth grade graduation!)

let it go,
let it roll right off your shoulder
don't you know
the hardest part is over
let it in,
let your clarity define you
in the end
we will only just remember how it feels

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

let it slide,
let your troubles fall behind you
let it shine
until you feel it all around you
and i don't mind
if it's me you need to turn to
we'll get by,
it's the heart that really matters in the end

our lives are made
in these small hours
these little wonders,
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away,
but these small hours,
these small hours still remain

all of my regret
will wash away some how
but i can not forget
the way i feel right now

in these small hours
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away but these small hours
these small hours, still remain,
still remain
these little wonders
these twists & turns of fate
time falls away
but these small hours
these little wonders still remain

White Flag by Dido

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you
Or tell you that
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
Where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I know I left too much mess and destruction
To come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again

And if you live by the rules of it's over
Then I'm sure that that makes sense

But I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

And when we meet, which I'm sure we will
All that was there will be there still
I'll let it pass and hold my tongue
And you will think that I've moved on

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be

Hotel California by The Eagles

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the Hotel California
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,
'Please bring me my wine'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California
Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the Hotel California
What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)
Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'Relax,' said the night man,
'We are programmed to receive.
You can check-out any time you like,
But you can never leave!'

A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton

Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces pass
And I'm home bound

Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making a way
Through the crowd

And I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder...

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you
Tonight

It's always times like these
When I think of you
And I wonder
If you ever
Think of me

'Cause every thing's so wrong
And I don't belong
Living in your
Precious memory

'Cause I need you
And I miss you
And now I wonder...

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could just see you
Tonight

And I, I
Don't want to let you know
I, I
Drown in your memory
I, I
Don't want to let this go
I, I
Don't...

Making my way downtown
Walking fast
Faces pass
And I'm home bound

Staring blankly ahead
Just making my way
Making a way
Through the crowd

And I still need you
And I still miss you
And now I wonder...

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass us by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could
Just see you...

If I could fall
Into the sky
Do you think time
Would pass me by
'Cause you know I'd walk
A thousand miles
If I could just see you
If I could just hold you
Tonight

Mad World by Adam Lambert (I HATE THE ORIGINAL AND GARY JULES' VERSION)

All around are me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrows
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which in dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very,
Mad world, Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I fine it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
Mad world, Mad world
Mad world, Mad world

Taking Chances by Celine Dion

Don't know much about your life.
Don't know much about your world, but
Don't want to be alone tonight,
On this planet they call earth.

You don't know about my past, and
I don't have a future figured out.
And maybe this is going too fast.
And maybe it's not meant to last,

But what do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

I just want to start again,
And maybe you could show me how to try,
And maybe you could take me in,
Somewhere underneath your skin?

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?

Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

And I had my heart beaten down,
But I always come back for more, yeah.
There's nothing like love to pull you up,
When you're laying down on the floor there.
So talk to me, talk to me,
Like lovers do.
Yeah walk with me, walk with me,
Like lovers do,
Like lovers do.

What do you say to taking chances,
What do you say to jumping off the edge?
Never knowing if there's solid ground below
Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,
What do you say,
What do you say?

Don't know much about your life
And I don't know much about your world

Like a Star by Corinne Bailey Rae

Just like a star across my sky
Just like an angel off the page
You have appeared to my life
Feel like I'll never be the same

Just like a song in my heart
Just like oil on my hands
Oh, I do love you

Still I wonder why it is
I don't argue like this
With anyone but you
We do it all the time
Blowing out my mind

You've got this look I can't describe
You make me feel like I'm alive
When everything else is a fade
Without a doubt you're on my side

Heaven has been away too long
Can't find the words to write this song
Oh, your love

Still I wonder why it is
I don't argue like this
With anyone but you
We do it all the time
Blowing out my mind

I have come to understand
The way it is, it's not a secret anymore
'Cause we've been through that before
From tonight I know that you're the only one
I've been confused and in the dark, now I understand

I wonder why it is
I don't argue like this
With anyone but you
I wonder why it is

I won't let my guard down
For anyone but you
We do it all the time
Blowing out my mind

Just like a star across my sky
Just like an angel off the page
You have appeared to my life
Feel like I'll never be the same
Just like a song in my heart
Just like oil on my hands

Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae

Three little birds, sat on my window.
And they told me I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet,
Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.

Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.

'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realize, that you don't even have to try any longer?
Do what you want to.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.

Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow

Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart) by the Stylistics

You're alone all time
Does it ever puzzle you,
have you asked why
You seem to fall in love,
out again
Do you ever really love
or just pretend

Why fool yourself
Don't be afraid to help yourself
It's never too late, too late to

Stop, look
Listen to your heart,
hear what it's saying
Stop, look
Listen to your heart,
hear what it's saying
Love, love, love

Though you try,
you can't hide
All the things you really feel,
this time decide
That you
will open up, let it in
There's no shame in sharing love
you keep within

So don't fall in
Head over heels,
and fall back in
It's never too late,
too late to
Stop Look Listen to your heart
hear what it's saying

Stop Look Listen to your heart
hear what it's saying

Love, Love, Love

Stop
Look
Listen to your heart
Hear what it's saying
Listen to your heart
Can't you see it's not too late

La La La La la la la

People Make the World Go Round by The Stylistics

Trashmen didn't get my trash today
Oh, why? Because they want more pay
Buses on strike want a raise in fare
So they can help pollute the air

But that's what makes the world go 'round
The up and down, the carousel
Changing people, they'll go around
Go underground, young man
People make the world go 'round

Wall Street losin' dough on ev'ry share
They're blaming it on longer hair
Big men smokin' in their easy chairs
On a fat cigar without a care

But that's what makes the world go 'round
The up and down, the carousel
Changing people, they'll go around
Go underground, young man
People make the world go 'round

instrumental break

But that's what makes the world go 'round
The up and down, the carousel
Changing people, they'll go around
Go underground, young man
People make the world go 'round

People make the world go 'round
People make the world go 'round
People make the world go 'round
People make the world go 'round

Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers

Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me

Lonely rivers flow
To the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh
"Wait for me, wait for me"
I'll be coming home; wait for me

Oh, my love, my darling
I've hungered, hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time
And time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love
God speed your love to me

--TAMW--

Strong: The story of my life

by TsukiyomiAlikutoMissaWatusi

~s~

I've been through a lot in my life.

I've been teased and made fun of.

Hearing what others say about me from a friend.

And then seeing that 'friend' walk away,

as if the steps that they take are over my face.

Thinking one thing, and finding out another.

Not seeing someone's love for me until it's too late.

Realizing I was such a fool.

~a~

I've been in love.

And I've been hurt.

People might say, 'What's so special about your sob story?'

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

To everyone else.

My love might not be too different from another's,

but because I never ask for more,

despite the fact that I hurt so much inside and I can almost feel myself dying,

I don't want more.

I want less.

I wish that they didn't look at me at all.

I wish that were less than friends.

But at the same time I scream with happiness inside at just the smallest most insignificant gesture.

My love is special,

because it is different from everyone else's.

~a~

I've been on both sides of a conversation.

I've seen best friends say heart-wrenchingly cruel things behind each others' back,

and then watch them plan things together.

The lies that I've heard could change someone's life.

People trust me with the things they say.

People have come to me with their problems.

People come to me with questions and scenarios I've never experienced.

But I feel their pain in a way I can't describe.

I answer them.

I help them.

I like to help people.

But no one in the world can help me.

I can help others make decisions.

Life changing decisions.

And they become happy.

So why not myself?

Why am I so troubled?

I ask myself that every day.

These things haunt me,

and they will for the rest of my life.

And these things

have made me strong.

~s~

If anyone bothered reading this, I hope that it made you think. I really put my soul into this poem (as well as my life)

So ever if it was in some strange and twisted way,

I hope you enjoyed this.

(P.S. I feel very depressed. I think this was a very emo-ish poem, and it was all because of that amazing/awful amuto fanfic. If you want to read something VERY sad, read Light by eDoll.)

--TAMW--

God bless~

TsukiyomiAlikutoMissaWatusi c: