Author has written 14 stories for Twilight, Criminal Minds, Halloween, Spy Kids, and Pretty Little Liars.
In the process of changing my entire profile (1/2/18)
Oh sometimes I talk to myslef well enjoy.
Love is like giving your heart to someone,
Like putting your heart in the hands of the person you love,
But love is also tricky,
You might give your heart to someone but that someone might break your heart
Your heart won't be healed until the right person comes along
Picks up your heart
and mends the wounds forever
written by Hell's girl (inspired by her love life)
If you love God with your whole heart and are 100 percent proud of it, copy paste this in your profile
A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: I love you, you know that, now slow down!
Guy: Now give me a big hug.
She gives him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.
In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died. Copy this onto your profile if you would do the same thing for someone you love
Abortion is wrong.
MommyI am only 8 inches longbut I have all my organs.I love the sound of your voice.Every time I hear itI wave my arms and legs.The sound of your heart beatis my favorite lullaby.
Mommytoday I learned how to suck my thumb.If you could see meyou could definitely tell that I am a baby.I'm not big enough to survive outside my home is so nice and warm in here.
You know what MommyI'm a boy!!I hope that makes you happy.I always want you to be happy.I don't like it when you sound so makes me sad tooand I cry with you even thoughyou can't hear me.
Mommymy hair is starting to is very short and finebut 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 toesand stretch my arms and legs.I am becoming quite good at it too.
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?
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!
MommyI 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 more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, re-post this
Find the guy that calls you beautiful instead of hot,
who calls you back when you hang up on him,
who'll lay under the stars for hours and listen to your heart beat.
Or will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy that kisses your forehead,
who keeps your picture in his wallet,
who wants to show you off to the world even when your in sweatpants,
who holds your hand in front of all his friends,
who thinks your beautiful without makeup,
one who is constantly telling you of how much he cares and how is lucky to have you,
THE one who turns to his friends and says THAT'S HER!
A guy gets a girl 11 real roses and one fake rose. When he gave her the 12 roses, he said,"I'll love you until the last one dies."
I read Eclipse and wanted to smack Jacob Black REALLY REALLY HARD. Then Bella did it for me.
Please read-true story (not me)
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.
The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.
The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'
Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''
The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''
Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.
The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.
Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.
'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.
She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.'
I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.
But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.'
His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''
My heart nearly stopped.
The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.'
Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.'
'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.'
Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.
I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we checkAgain, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''
'OK' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.
The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!'
Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''
'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''
'My mommy loves white roses.'
A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.
I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.
I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.
Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.
The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.
Was this the family of the little boy?
Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.
I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.
She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.
I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine.
And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.
Now you have 2 choices:
1) Repost this message, or2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
There were 3 girls. They were looking through peoples MySpaces.The girl slowly came upon this one myspace, it had creatures in the background and the man looked like a psycho. She started laughing with her friend commenting on how ugly he was. Right then, an instant message came up. It said:
SatanStalker: So how do u like myMySpace??
XxLoVemExX: Who is this anyway??
SatanStalker: Well, you should know;youre looking at my MySpace right now.
XxLoVemExX: How do you know that im looking at ur pro??
SatanStalker:I know when people look at my MySpace.
XxLoVemExX: What? That doesnt make any sense, how?
SatanStalker: I just do.
Satanstalker: Especially to pretty girls like you.
Satanstalker: With very nice legs I might say.
At the time the girl was wearing highshorts. She started to pull them down a little bit to cover whatever she could. Her and her friend started to get worried now.
XxLoVemExX: Ok whatever man you're starting to scare the living sht out of me.
SatanStalker: You should be afraid.
SatanStalker: You wouldnt want an ugly guy like me touching your legs huh? I mean thats what youjust said about me with your friend like aminute ago.
They were in shock.
Her friend: Holy crap man just block him he's a fcking psycho!T
he girl: Ok holy crap, you think he's watching us?
SatanStalker: I am.
SatanStalker: Well it wouldn't really matter if you blocked me anyway; it wouldnt stop me from coming to your house.
XxLoVemExX: What? My house?
SatanStalker: Yeah, you're alone so it's not a problem.
XxLoVemExX: Ok I think I'm going to leave now because youre freaking me out.
SatanStalker: Your screen name says love me, trust me that wont be a problem.
SatanStalker has just signed off.
The girl and her friend were reallyscared.
Girl's friend: Whatever lets just go upstairs trust me I doubt hes really coming. Its just a joke from someone.
They went upstairs and were having a pillow fight.All of a sudden the girls friend said she had to go to the bathroom. The girl said ok. Ten minutes later the girl noticed that her friend was still in the bathroom and was wondering what was up. She goes and knocks but no one said anything she opens it and finds her friend there on the ground dead.
She started to scream but when she turned around he was there. News the next morning said that there was one girl dead in the bathroom;her neck sliced with blood all over the ground with her head nailed to the wall. Just her head.
If you do not repost this in the next two minutes here will be three men, one in your bathroom, one in your room, and one killing your parents at that very moment.Tonight at 1:30am. Well what are you waiting for?
If you take comfort in the fact that God gave the world his only son, add this to your profile.
97 of you wont repost this:when Jesus died he was thinking of youif you care repost this,watch what God will do96% of teens wont stand up for God...copy and paste if ur one of the 4 who will
98 percent of teens won't stand up for God. If you will stand up for Him, copy this into your profile. Do it if you truly love God!
96 of teens wont stand up for God...copy and paste if ur one of the 4 who will
Even when you cant see him God is there. if you belive in God put this in your profile
98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile
YOU IGNORE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART.
Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to schoolHe told his friends that it was coolAnd when he pulled the trigger backIt shot with a great crackMummy I was a good girlI did what I was toldI went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the goldBut mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbyeI'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cryWhen Johnny shot the gun he hit me and anotherAnd all because he got the gun from his older brotherMummy please tell daddy that I love him very muchAnd please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crushAnd tell my little sister that she is the only one nowAnd tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her nowAnd tell my wonderful friends that they were always the bestMummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the restMummy tell my teachers I won't show up for classAnd never to forget this and please don't let this passMummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves thisMummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kissAnd mummy tell the doctors I know they really did tryI think I even saw a doctor trying not to cryMummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chestBut mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the restMummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crackMummy listen to me if you wouldI wanted to go to collegeI wanted to try things that were newI guess I'm not going with daddyOn that trip to the new zooI wanted to get marriedI wanted to have a kidI wanted to be an actressMummy I wanted to liveBut mummy I must go nowThe time is getting lateMummy tell my ChrisI'm sorry but I had to cancel the dateI love you mummy I always haveI know you know it's trueMummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"In memory of the Columbian students that were lostPlease if you wouldPass this aroundI'd be happy if you couldDon't smash this on the groundIf you pass this onMaybe people will cryJust keep this in heartFor the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"Now you have two choices1) repost and show you care2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
95 percent of people are concerned with being popular. If you are part of the five percent who couldn't care less, copy and paste this to your profile.
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 and paste this into your profile.
If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile
If you have ever zoned out for more than five consecutive minutes, copy this into your profile.
If you ever read past two in the morning, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you have ever run into a door, copy this into your profile
If you and your friend break out into song in a public area put this on your profile
If you've ever had a mad laughing fit for no reason, copy and paste this into your profile
Copy paste this to your profile if you'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of pushing the button on the TV.
If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it, copy this into your profile.
If you have ever just wanted to SLAP someone, copy this onto your profile.
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever tripped UP stairs, copy and paste this into your profile
If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile
If you have ever stopped to look at something in the middle of a busy street, copy this into your profile
If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you've been on the computer for hours on end, reading numerous fanfictions, copy this onto your profile
you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile
If at one time you misspelled or forgot how to spell a word less than four letters, copy and paste this onto your profile
If you read this, copy this into your profile.
If you want to, copy this into your profile.
If people think you are mentally insane...copy and paste this onto your profile
If they are right...copy and paste this into your profile
If you haven't died yet, copy and paste this onto your profile
If you obsessively check your email almost every 10 minutes, copy and paste this to your profile
If you think you have too many of these "copy and paste this into your profile" thingies, but have no intention of stopping now, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you work better to music, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you like to write, copy/paste this into your profile
If you don't do drugs (They are nasty), copy/paste this into your profile.
If you read your own stories or profile just for the heck of it, copy and paste this to your profile.
If you ever copied something to your profile, copy this into your profile.
Just because we eat animals doesn't mean we can cut them up for clothing! If you are against fur coats, clothing, boots, etc., copy this into your profile!
If you read this, copy this into your profile.
If you want to, copy this into your profile.
If you've ever walked into a doorway that you could've clearly dodged, you just weren't paying close enough attention, copy and paste this on your profile
If you have ever fallen off a chair backwards, copy this into your profile
If you have ever seen a movie (or show) so many times that you can quote it word for word, And you do so at random moments; copy and paste this in you're profile.
If you think that Writer's Block sucks, copy and paste this into your profile
if you ever felt like killing someone (or more than one person) because they wouldn't leave you alone when you told them not to distract you because you were busy copy this into your profile.
If you have ever yelled at and/or slapped an inanimate object from anger, paste this on your profile
If you have a profile, paste this on your profile
If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile.
If you've ever talked to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...copy and paste this on your profile
If you are the type of person who gets in trouble in class for reading while the teacher is talking copy and paste this on your profile
If you're one of those people who get excited when you see just two reviews, paste this into your profile.
If you are addicted to vampires and/or werewolves and would like to be one, copy and paste.
If you actually take the time to read other peoples profiles, copy this to yours.
If you or your best friend is insane, copy this into your profile.
If you have embarrassing memories that make you want to smack yourself/someone else, copy this into your profile.
If you've ever burst out laughing while reading a book and people looked at you weird, copy and paste this into your profile
If you really hate those e-mails that say 'Make a wish! If you don't send this to 50 people in 1 minute, it won't come true!', but still send it on anyway, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If you've ever wished a book character was real so, so, so incredibly bad, copy and paste this onto your profile. (Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian Michaelis)
If you've ever said a totally random comment that had nothing to do with the conversation for no reason whatsoever, copy and paste this onto your profile.
If, you've ever spent a long amount of time looking for something that you were holding/wearing, copy this into your profile
"They hurt her..."
About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone she fell... They believed them.
FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post and didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.
Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.
If you don't repost this saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you
i only reposted this because they freak me out :)x
FRIENDS: Will comfort you when he rejects you.
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up and ask him, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"
FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you.
BEST FRIENDS: Will call him up and whisper, "Seven days..." !
FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall.
BEST FRIENDS: Keeps on walking saying, "Walk much, dumb @#!*% ?"
FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince.
BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.
FRIENDS: Will ask you if you're okay when you're crying.
BEST FRIENDS: Will laugh at you and say, "Ha Ha, Loser!"
FRIENDS: Will offer you a soda.
BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.
FRIENDS: Will sit at the side of the pool with you at that time of the month.
BEST FRIENDS: Will throw you a tampon and push you in.
FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.
BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Run - beep - run!"
FRIENDS: Will help you move.
BEST FRIENDS: Will help you move the bodies.
FRIENDS: Will bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be in the room next to you saying, "That was awesome! Let's do it again!"
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin " @#!*% !" we messed up!
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds @#!*% that left you
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell.
FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college.
BEST FRIENDS: Are for life.
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this crap because they know it's what they act like or their own best friend/s act like.
“Her hair was up in a ponytailHer favorite dress tied with a bowToday was Daddy's Day at schoolAnd she couldn't wait to go.But her mommy tried to tell her,That she probably should stay home.Why the kids might not understand,If she went to school alone.But she was not afraid;She knew just what to say.What to tell her classmatesOf why he wasn't there today.But still her mother worried,For her to face this day alone.And that was why once again,She tried to keep her daughter home.But the little girl went to school,Eager to tell them all.About a dad she never sees,A dad who never calls.There were daddies along the wall in back,For everyone to meetChildren squirming impatently,Anxious in their by one the teacher called,Each student from the introduce their daddy,As seconds slowly last the teacher called her name,Every child turned to stare.Each of them was searching,For a man who wasn't there."Where's her daddy at?"She heard a boy call out."She probably doesn't have one"Another student dared to shout.And from somewhere near the back,She heard a daddy say,"Looks like another deadbeat dad,Too busy to waste his day."The words did not offened her,As she smiled up at her mom.And looked back at her teacher,Who told her to go on.And with hands behind her back,Slowly she began to speak.And out from the mouth of a child,Came words incredibly unique."My daddy couldn't be here,Because he lives so far away.But I know he wishes he could be,Since this is such a special day.And though you cannot meet him,I wanted you to know.All about my daddy,And how much he loves me so.He loved to tell me storiesHe taught me to ride my bike.He surprised me with pink roses,And taught me to fly a kite.We used to share fudge sundaes,and ice cream in a cone.And though you cannot see him,I'm not standing here alone.Cause my daddy's always with meEven though we are apart.I know because he told me,He'll forever be in my heart."With that, her little hand reached up,and lay across her chest.Feeling her own heartbeat,Beneath her favorite dress.And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,Her mother stood in tears.Proudly watching her daughter,Who was wise beyond her years.For she stood up for the loveOf a man not in her life.Doing what was best for her,Doing what was right.And when she dropped her hand back down,Staring straight into the crowd.She finished with a voice so soft,But its message clear and loud."I love my daddy very much,He's my shining star.And if he could he'd be here,But heaven's just too see he was a firemanAnd died just this past year.When airplanes hit the towersAnd taught Americans to fear.But sometimes when I close my eyes,It's like he never went away."And then she closes her eyes,And saw him there that day.And to her mother's amazement,She witnessed with surprise.A room full of daddies and children,All starting to close their eyes.Who knows what they say before them,Who knows what they felt inside.Perhaps for merely a second,They saw him at her side."I know you're with me Daddy."To the silence she called out.And what happened next made believers,Of those once filled with doubt.Not one in that room could explain it,For each of their eyes had been closed.But there on the desk beside her,Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,By the love of her shining bright star.And given the gift of believing,That heaven is never too far.”
"I went to a party,And remembered what you told me not to drink, MomSo I had a sprite instead.I felt proud of myself,The way you said I would,That I didn't drink and drive,Though some friends said I should.I made a healthy choice,And your advice to me was right,The party finally ended,And the kids drove out of sight.I got into my car,Sure to get home in one piece,I never knew what was coming, MomSomething I expected I'm lying on the pavement,And I hear the policeman say,The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,Mom, his voice seems far own blood's all around me,As I try hard not to cry.I can hear the paramedic say,This girl is going to die.I'm sure the guy had no idea,While he was flying high,Because he chose to drink and drive,Now I would have to why do people do it, MomKnowing that it ruins lives?And now the pain is cutting me,Like a hundred stabbing knives.Tell sister not to be afraid,Tell daddy to be brave,And when I go to heaven,Put Daddy's Girl on my grave.Someone should have taught him,That its wrong to drink and drive.Maybe if his parents had,I'd still be breath is getting shorter, MomI'm getting really scared.These are my final moments,And I'm so unprepared.I wish that you could hold me Mom,As I lie here and die.I wish that I could say, "I love you, Mom!"So I love you and good-bye."
My name is Tiffany
I am 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 do a wrong
I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes
I’m so afraid now
I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to 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 to late
His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor
My nane is Tiffany
I am but three
Tonight my daddy
And you can help, Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this and don’t pass it on. I pray for your forgiveness. Because you would have to be.One heartless person. To not be effected. By this Poem. And because you are effected. Do something about it! So all i ask you to do.Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? He couldn’t do it last night because he was too busy talking his best friend out of suicide…
See that girl, with her face caked in make up? She’s bullied; she needs to feel beautiful…
See him, the one who wears long sleeves everyday? He covers his arms to hide his scars…
See her, with the cheap, hand-me-down clothes? Her family can’t afford food for half the month, let alone get brand names…
See the girl who laughs and smiles at every little thing? She cries herself to sleep every night.
Wonder why she never lets her friends come over to her house? Because she’s afraid they’ll see her dad passes out drunk on the floor, as always…
See how that girl cringes at rape jokes? She was raped…
See that boy who everyone goes to for advice? He wishes someone would do the same for him…
See the girl who never brings a lunch? She’s disgusted by her body…
See her, with the little waist? She goes to the bathroom and forces herself to throw up so that she can keep her waist that way…
See the boy over there; see the dark circles under his eyes? He has insomnia; he fears what he’ll see in his dreams…
See that girl daydreaming over there? She has schizophrenia…
See that boy biting his nails? He has cancer and he’s wondering how much time he has left.
See your best friend? She’s addicted to drugs but she can’t tell you because you won’t understand…
See that boy reading all about 9/11? His parents died on that day…
See her, with her phone on her at all times? She’s waiting for a call saying her sister was found after being kidnapped 4 years ago…
I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace,or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn’t care if people call her weird (it's a compliment),who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with alot of things, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her, and knows the importance of the little things. Copy and paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest time that they are unique but not alone- Bearhug946, EdwardCullenEqualsLife, Stephanie Deux,Randomenated-Cullen!, sweetcrimefighter, Vanessa Cullen 17, Lovezjacobblack, Midgely98, Twilightgirls2001
This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
BOIZ SHOULDN'T CHEAT There was once a girl named Ashley who had a boyfriend named Jack.
Jack was the most popular guy in school. The three most popular girls were Courtney, ASHLEY, and Emma. Jack thought of Ashley as OKAY, but he REALLy liked Courtney. Courtney liked jack also. Well of course she did, everyone did!
Ashley and Courtney were worst enemies. Courtney tried to steal Jack away everytime she had a chance to. One day, Courtney asked Jack if he wanted to go to the movies. Ashley heard everything...what movie theatre and what time.
Ashley approached the movies that night and followed Jack and Courtney. Ashley sat right behind them. she watched them get close to each other and kiss...not only kiss, but practically get it on in the theatre. Courtney told jack "Do you want to come to my place and skip this boring movie?" He replied "hell yes."
Ashley had peeked through Courtney's window. Jack and her were
messing around and Ashley watched the whole thing.
The next day at school Ashley wasn't there. For the next few days Ashley wasn't there. A week later her mother found her in her closet dead... she commited suicide because she had loved Jack so much. Next to ashley's dead body was a note.
A note that read: My dearest Jack, I watched you at the movie and at Courtney's house and I will continue to watch you. I never thought you would do something like this to me. I really loved you jack. I died for you just like Jesus died for us.
Always with you, Ashley
Please foward this or Ashley will haunt you and try to kill you because she wants everyone to know about Coutney
crazy1 86: hey baby!!
h0tNsPiCy91: who is this??
crazy1 86: ur secret admirer!!
h0tNsPiCy91: oh really... quit lyin! who is this??
crazy1 86: i loved u the first time a stared in your eyes...
crazy1 86: i think about u everyday... you are my dream come true.
crazy1 86: we met once! i dont think u remember tho.
crazy1 86: i cut myself because the pain takes away my feelings of u.
crazy1 86: u will see me sometime tonight...
h0tNsPiCy91: ..WHO IS THIS!?
crazy1 86:dont worry... ill take very good care of you...
crazy1 86 had signed off.
The girl was so scared she locked all her doors and windows. She made sure her room was secured. She wasn't sure if it was a joke or for real. She didn't know when he was going to come. The girl was so frightened she decided to sleep with her little sister. The girl dozed off quickly.
Then she heard a knock on the window. The girl slowly walked to the window. It started knocking louder. The girl looked through the windows and saw nothing... just some of the tree branches. The girl went back to bed with her sister. The bed was wet and had a pretty horrid smell. Maybe her sister wet the bed... the girl checked and found blood everywhere. The girl panicked. She didn't know what to do. She ran and hid in the closet in case the killer was there for her. While looking through the cracks of the closet the girl saw a shadow. It was dark, so she couldn't figure out who it was. She started to get more frightened. The shadow crept closer to the closet. The girl closed her eyes as if it was a dream. Then suddenly he opened the closet door and pulled her out.
Her parents found her dead the next morning. She was completely skinned and hanging in her sister's closet. The younger sister was also found skinned and dead.
Two years after the Smith sisters deaths, the parents had a baby boy. The girl's room became a guest room and the little sister's room where the murder took place became the baby's room. The baby grew up to be a successful kid.
One night he was on the computer and received an instant message.
h0tNsPiCy91: Hey lil bro!!
2seXay4u: Who the eff is this?
h0tNsPiCy91: It's your big sis.
2seXay4u: I never had a sister. I'm an only child.
2seXay4u: This is some kinda joke, huh?
h0tNsPiCy91: Mom and dad never told you?
h0tNsPiCy91: I died 15 years ago with your other older sister.
h0tNsPiCy91: We were murdered in your room which was once my little sister's room. She was killed in bed when I was sleeping. I was killed in the closet and skinned to death.
2seXay4u: Quit lying. I never had a sister. If I did my parents would have told me. Whatever. Your stupid.
h0tNsPiCy91: You don't believe me? Well if you wanna look in your closet floor.
h0tNsPiCy91: I carved my name and the time and date I was being murdered. Then I carved my little sister's name.
h0tNsPiCy91: If you don't believe me little brother check the internet. Google on ''Smith sisters murdered anonymously''.
h0tNsPiCy91: I gtg little brother. I love you and mom and dad soo much. I can't believe they kept us a secret from you. They should burn in hell.
The boy checked the closet. He saw the carvings. Was it true? He surfed the internet and information was there about the anonymous murder in the house. The next morning the boy went downstairs. It was so quiet. Maybe his parents were sleeping. Hours later the boy found his parents in their closet skinned and hanged. Then he found more carvings on the ground. They said ''I TOLD YOU I WASN'T LYING LITTLE BROTHER, I LOVED MOM AND DAD... BUT THEY KEPT ME A SECRET. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT. WELL I'M FREE FROM THIS COLD WORLD, I WON'T HURT YOU LIKE I HURT THEM. I LOVE YOU!"
- Lisa Smith
getting HIGH meant swinging at a playground?the worst thing you could get from a boy was c0otiEs?'m 0 m' (was your hero)and 'D a D' was the boy you were gonna marry?when your W0RST ENEMIES were your siblingsand rAcE iSsuEs were about who ran fastest?when - WAR- was a card gameand life was simple and care free?remember when all you wanted to doWAS GROW UP?
Put This In Your Profile If You're Still 5 Inside...No Matter How Old You Are Now!
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him.
So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'
He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!'
There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before.
We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.
Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.
I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth.
Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.
You now have two choices, you can : 1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1.
If you’ve ever had the sudden desire to own a taser….If yoo cant spel too sav yoor lyfe then putt thes in yoor profiele.If you have deja vu a lot…If you probably have a body in your closet…If you would kill to have wings…If you have an odd sort of love/hate relationship with your computer…If you're random and proud of it…If people think you are mentally insane...If you spend multiple hours each day reading or writing or a combination of both...If you hear voices of the characters in your head...If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation…If you have your own little world…If you've ever talked to yourself…If you are a person who acts friendly but has an evil mind and is secretly plotting world domination…If you and your friend break out into song in a public area…If you have ever forgotten what you were going to say, right before you say it…If you have ever missed your mouth when trying to take a sip of water…
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