AboutHi peoples. Welcome to my profile. Here's some info about me.
My name is Teel, that's the only name you're going to get.
I love to listen to music.
I like to hang out with my friends when they're not too busy for me.
I enjoy meeting new people.
I am random and super uber weird.
I like to watch t.v. and movies.
The computer and internet are my best friends, along with Google and YouTube.
I love to read.
Anything else, just ask me. But be specific! ^-^
No one can see
This pain inside of me
This other place
I put on a fake face
They know nothing
Of the something
That’s stirring inside
No where to hide
No one to confide in
No one knows where I been
This pain that’s here
I wish it would disappear
Don’t say you understand
No one can
Why must I be alone
When this pain has grown
I need to be saved
I want to be saved
Tell me what it’s like
To be on the other side
Someone save me please
Don’t just tease
No one can see
This pain inside of me
Love and Pain
It sucks when you have to choose
Between love and pain
It’s a hard to make that choice
You want to be with your love
You don’t want the pain though
You can’t tell your happiness is better
You hesitate to feel pain
You hesitate to love
Sometimes you need to hurt to love
Without pain there is no love
Without love there is no pain
You can’t have one and not the other
You need to feel pain to know you’re alive
You need love to feel better when you’re down
You have love and pain will soon be there
To live free don’t be afraid of love and pain
You can’t truly live without them
Always take a chance with love and pain
Never give up on love or pain
I found this in one of my friend's journal. She found it in her friend's journal; his name is Gohiki. She thought it was something worth copying and pasting. As do I.
If anyone has any negative things to say about this piece, then say it. They won't bother me because I know you are just scared. I will just ignore you as should everyone else.
Please, read this:
This is so horribly depressing.
I am the girl who got kicked out of her home when 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 boy who killed himself after his boyfriend died in an attack.
I am the boy who faked sick because I was afraid to see what was written on my locker today.
I am the boy who helped viciously attack his gay friend, because he didn't want his other friends to know that he had been seeing him.
I am the boy who's afraid to look another boy in the eyes, because of what he might think.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the boy whose father hits me because I told him I was in love. With a boy.
I am the girl who was shunned by her family, and put up for adoption when I told them I was a lesbian.
I am the daughter of a woman who can't stand my friends because they are different. They are bisexuals and proud.
I am the girl left out of everything because I confessed my love to a straight girl, who later confessed to me.
I am the girl who committed suicide because my girlfriend left me for a man.
I am the boy who is always afraid of telling how I feel, cause it is not the manly thing to do.
I am the child who grew up frightend, because my parents hate gays.
Repost this if you belive homophobia is wrong, and feel free to add to it.
Spike's Journal of nothing, but everything.I'm bored and that's probably the only reason why I write in here.
"I feel lost inside myself"