Likes: My Little sisters
My mama and papa
Boys and girls. Suck it up.
Dislikes: People who hate gays or bi's
alot of the new books/movies
On another hand READ THIS.
emo doesn't mean you cut. emo doesn't mean your gay. emo doesn't mean your suicidal. emo is real. emo is people. emo is everything. emo is a label. emo is being free. free to be you. free to express. free to tell everyone to f**k off!! emo is just a word. *emo's.. -are not cry babies -do not always wear black -can be very nice -don't always cut them self -are not always depressed -can be happy too -are normal people just like you p.s. we love music [put this on your profile if you agree
BOY: I love her more than the air i breath.
GIRL: Well I'm always here for you.
BOY: I know.
GIRL: What's wrong?
BOY: I like her so much.
GIRL: Talk to her.
BOY: I don't know. She wont even like me.
GIRL: Don't say that. You're amazing.
BOY:I just want her to know how I feel.
GIRL:Then tell her.
BOY: She won't like me.
GIRL: How do you know that?
BOY: I can just tell.
GIRL: Well just tell her.
BOY: What should I say?
GIRL: Tell her how much you like her.
BOY: I tell her that daily.
GIRL: What do you mean?
BOY: I'm always with her. I love her.
GIRL: I know how you feel. I have the same problem. But he'll never like me.
BOY: Wait. Who do you like?
GIRL: Oh some boy.
BOY:Oh... She won't like me either.
GIRL: She does.
BOY: How do you know?
GIRL: Because, who wouldn't like you?
GIRL: You're wrong, I love you.
BOY: I love you too.
GIRL: So are you going to talk to her?
BOY: I just did.
GIRLS- If you think this is sweet, post it to ur page.
GUYS- If u are man enough you won't have a problem putting it in ur site.
"A girl and a guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle
Girl: Slow down im scared
Guy: No this is fun
Girl: No its not please its to scary
Guy: then tell me you love me
Girl: I love you slow down
Guy: Now give me a big hug
She gave him a big hug
Guy: Can you take off my helmet & put it on yourself its bothering me.
In the newspaper the next day a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks were broke he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so that she would live even if it meant that he would die.
*If you would do the same for the person you love copy this in your profile
FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
TRUE FRIENDS: are the reasons you have no food.
FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
TRUE FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
TRUE FRIENDS: Would sit next to you saying "Damn ... we ******** up ... but that s**t was fun!"
FAKE FRIENDS: never seen you cry.
TRUE FRIENDS: cry with you
FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
TRUE FRIENDS: keep your s**t so long they forget its yours.
FAKE FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
TRUE FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you. FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds a** that left you.
FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
TRUE FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"
FAKE FRIENDS: Are for a while.
TRUE FRIENDS: Are for life.
FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "b***h drink the rest of that you know we don't waste s**t."
FAKE FRIENDS: will talk s**t to the person who talks s**t about you.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will knock them the f**k out
FAKE FRIENDS: Will read this.
TRUE FRIENDS: Will steal this
PLZ Plz reed this and post on ur profial plz plz plz this is really sad.
Her name was Auroura She was only five
This is what happened When she was alive
Her dad was a drunk Her mom was an addict
Her parents kept her Locked in an attic
Her only friend was a little toy bear
It was old and worn out And had patches of hair
She always talked to it When no one's around
She lays there and hugs it Not a peep of sound
Until her parents unlock the door
Some more and more pain She'll have to endore
A bruise on her leg A scar on her face
Why would she be In such a horrible place?
But she grabs her bear And softly crys
She loves her parents But they want her to die
She sits in the corner Quiet but thinking,
" God, why? Why is My life always sinking? "
Such a bad life For a sad little kid
She'd get beaten and beaten For anything she did
Then one night Her mom came home high
The poor child was hit and slapped As hours went by
Then her mom suddenly Grabbed for a blade
It was sharp and pointy One that she made
She thrusted the blade Right in her chest,
" You deserve to die You worthless pest! "
The mom walked out Leaving the girl slowly dying
She grabbed her bear And again started crying
Police showed up At the small little house
They quickly barged in Everything was as quiet as a mouse
One officer slowly Opened a door
To find the sad little girl Lying on the floor
It must have been bad To go through so much harm
But at least she died With her best friend in her arms
A child dies every day from child abuse. And if you have an ounce of pity in you for little Auroura and you hate child abuse with a passion you will repost this and help out those abused children and let them know that someone cared for them. If you don't then you should go to frikin hell, this is horrible what happened to these innocent children. It doesn't take that long to repost only about 10 seconds so please just do it. its worth it to let everyone see this. some people are so cruel... this is terible but it hapens so much we cant ignore it. Plz do post this on ur profile to help stop child abuse.
I never knew I loved you.
He had sat by her for days, for weeks, for months. He had sat by her all year, shed never missed a day.
Now she was gone, and he knew that she would never be back. "killed herself, so young..."
the words echoed reapeatedly in his head. He slumped onto his desk and stared at hers.
For just one second he closed his eyes and pretended she was there, sitting next to him again, smiling,
and chattering at him, laughing when he didn't. Why are you always so cold? Why don't you talk to me?
It's not like I'm diseased or something, she had once said. Laughing nervously when he rolled his eyes,
he wondered now what would have happened if he had laughed too. If he had smiled and said, "sorry." He
sneaked a peak at her from his peripheral vision, she looked like a kicked puppy, staring ath the floor,
but her just turned away, trying to ignore the little voice in his head, "she's beautiful and she likes you,
g8ve her a chance..." but he ignored it. When he rode the bus home, he saw the empty seat infront of his.
"killed herself, so young, no friends" and bit back a sob. Just yesterday, she'd sat there smiling back at him.
He had not smile back, just gazed sulking out the window. Pushing her away. He got off the bus and remembered her
tentative smile the day before. The last time he saw her, rain flattened her mahogony curls. She had looked so sad
and he did not care. "killed herself, so young, no friends" As he trudged home her voice echoed so faint, from the
day before. "Bye" he had thought he imagined that she had said, "goodbye forever." He'd just shrugged and waved
halfheartedly, and he could see the pain of rejection in her eyes. "killed herself..." He remembered the voice
crackleing of the intercom. "students, I have some terrible news, Anna Carlson, has... Anna Carlson is dead. There
will be a service thisafternoon, that is all" The voice cut off and he hurd the murmurs, "killed herself..."
When he got home, he flopped on the bed. "why do I even care?" he asked out loud, startled by the sound of his
voice. "because you loved her" the voice in his head had whispered. He shook his head. "No." But he knew he was
lieing. "killed herself, so young." He fell into a fretful sleep and her face kept appearing infront of him, rain
soaked, and sad, smiling so hopefully. Why had he not said something, anything. Why had he ignored her, why had he
not cared before? "killed herself, so young. "NO FRIENDS" He sat up in his bed in a cold sweat. He remembered her
last morning, how she had tried to sit next to him, and he had moved to another seat, how crestfallen her face was.
"your fault" the voice wispered. "killed herself, so young, no friends. "Oh god" he thought, it was his fult. He
had been there, watched her, and seen her sadness, her lonliness. Like his own and he did nothing. She tried to get
close, to feel wanted, and he had not allowed her that, had not saved her. "killed herself..." The days blurred and
the empty dest taunted him, day after day, blaming him, forcing him to believe she was gone, but could see her so
clearsy, like she had just left class early, he heard her voice, and saw her smile, sometimes, he even smiled back...
The voice haunted his sleep, sometimes she was there too, smiling and holding his hand, leading him. She always took
him to the cemetary, to the cold gray stone, then dissappeared. Her sadness reappearing as she faded. He always went
with her. When he woke, he would stare sadly at the mirror infront of his bed, he always stared till he saw her face
and then he whispered, "I'm sorry, so so sorry, I did not know I loved you so much, but I could not let myself love you."
Then the sweet illusion would fade, and he would be alone again. "You did not have to be alone, you could have had her."
The voice whispered as he shuddered, again holding back the tears. "killed herself, so young, no friends." "Wow, that
movie was so stupid." she had whispered, he nodded, he agreed with her, and if it were anyone else would have started
joking around, but he let it drop, and he realized it had been there too, the pain. She had been so alone. "killed
herself..." He remembered every day, every conversation, every time he stared at her lips, or listened to her soft voice,
and every time, he pretended she didn't exist. "You should be happy, now you don't have to pretend" the voice mocked him
and he knew it was true. He felt it inside, the heavy cold weight of her loss, how he'd never known her, how he lost his
chance to really love her. "If only I hadn't ignored you, if only I'd answered, if only I'd let myself love you." A tear
rand down his cheek. "Killed herself..." I wish I had told you, wish that I had known, I wish I had realized what you
were to me before... before you died, because of me, because I never knew I loved you... and I loved you to late.
These stories, they mean something to me. Something such as this and others have happened around me.
Another thing I remembered while at a class reunion. A friend of mine back in first grade. We were great friends. We hung out all the time in school. He was the only one there that would stick up for me. One day near the end of the school year, we were outside running around. He tripped a little to close to the sidewalk... He smashed his skull in off of the walk way. The medical team came way to late. Before he even was seen by them he was dead. I watched him go. If you have never seen your friend taken away after death, watching him die, you never want to. I miss him. It was so long ago. I still think about him to this day. I always wondered what it would have been like if I could have saved him. I was in range to stop him from falling. I did nothing... What kind of friend stands in fear as their friend is bleeding? I won't ever make that mistake again. Ever.