Name: Not important, just call me Chrono
Age: Older than dirt. Finally decided to update my age after a decade.
Likes: Green, orange, muscle cars, sports, anime, fanfiction, animals, kids, jokes and...yea this list is getting too long so just say I like life and let's move on.
Dislikes: Stuck up pricks and girls who cheat on you. I'll get you back bitch and your little boy toy too. Again, moving on.
Favorite Anime Characters: Revy(Black Lagoon), Yourichi Shihoun(Bleach), Anko Mitarashi(Naruto), Saeko Busujima(High School Of The Dead)...see a pattern yet?
Favorite Anime Pairings: Rock/Revy, Naru/Anko, Naru/Yourichi, Naru/Ten, Naru/Ino, Naru/Tayu, Naru/Yugi, Komuro/Saeko...yea...moving on.
Chrono-"Here are a few things I found pretty sweet, take a look if you want, while I sit back and try to figure out what to say."
Listen, Inari. I don't know what happened back in the past that has you cowed like you are, but I do have a good piece of advice for you that someone once told me. Suck it up. You need to reach down and make sure you've got a pair, and suck it up. If you keep actin' like you're cowed by Gatou and his punks, then that's all you'll ever be. A damned coward.
Chrono-"one game of put the gun to your head and pull the trigger later"
You're no coward, Inari. Not many people got the grit to play Russian Roulette. It takes someone who's not afraid, who's got no regrets, to do it sober, and with a straight face. You just remember. Tonight you danced with the Shinigami and hawked a loogie in his face. Nobody can stand up to someone who'll play Russian Roulette
Chrono-"this was from Naruto: The Shootist, go check it out. Next up is a chain post going around that I just had to have."
FAKE VS. REAL
FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.
FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying “Damn … we really messed up … but that sure was fun!”
FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it’s yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say “I’M HOME!”
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.(AKA. Drinking Buddies)
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.
REAL FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what’s wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!
FAKE FRIENDS: Make you say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.
REAL FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.
REAL FRIENDS: Will repost this.
Chrono-"Ah, I think what needs to be said has been said, now here is another chain post for those like me who ended up in the friend category or worse the brother category. read and see what I mean."
I'm sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you
I'm sorry That I was raised with respect not to sleep with you when you were drunk
I'm sorry That my body's not ripped enough to "satisfy" your wants
I'm sorry that I open your car door,and pull out your chair like I was raised
I'm sorry That I'm not cute enough to be "your guy"
I'm sorry That I am actually nice; not a jerk
I'm sorry I don't have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things
I'm sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club
I'm sorry I would rather make love to you then just screw you like some random guy.
I'm sorry That I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to date
I'm sorry That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car, but when we went out you went home with another guy
I'm sorry That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere, but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend
I'm sorry If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around
I'm sorry If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work
I'm sorry that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
I'm sorry If you read this and know somebody like this but don't care
But most of all
I'm sorry For not being sorry anymore
I'm sorry That you can't accept me for who I am
I'm sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
I'm sorry I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...
I'm sorry That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
I'm sorry That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.
I'm Sorry That I cared
I'm sorry that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things'
Chrono-"Yea...sad isn't it?, Well let me try to change the mood with a little brain teaser."
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Chrono-"heh heh heh,.. moving on."
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 did not 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.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it.
Chrono-"Now, there are people out there who feel the need to discriminate against others. All I can say is this: I was born a Mexican male, I was raised a male, I love females, I have had crushes on females, I have had attraction to many females, I have been in love with a female, I have friends of a multitude of gender, ethnicity, religion, ideology, and sexual preference, I have family of a multitude of gender, ethnicity, religion, ideology and sexual preference, I like pornography, animals, cars, weapons, plants, anime, war, comedy, and romance, I am comfortable with who I am and anyone who doesn't like that can go fornicate with themselves. God's greatest gift to mankind was choice. I chose my life, so what are you gonna do about it. Be a coward and criticize me for my beliefs, or get off your prejudice and lazy ass and go live your life."
Chrono-"Well,...now what? what's left to say,... ooh I got something, my favorite number is 065, and yes I mean all three digits. If anyone can figure out why I like that number and it's specific importance I'll...I'll...I don't know, why not just tell me what you want, there problem solved. Okay, I think that covers everything, so...later."