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: Will 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 was fun right?!"
Fake friends: Have never seen you cry.
True friends: Will cry with you
Fake friends: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
True friends: Will keep your stuff so long they forget its your's.
Fake friends: Know only 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 kill everyone in the crowd 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 "Yo....*hic* drink the rest of that you know we don't waste things."
Fake friends: Will talk crap to the person who talks crap about you.
True friends: Will knock them right on there butts
Fake friends: Will read this.
True friends: Will steal this
MONTH ONE Mommy, I am only 4 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. 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 God'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. One more person who can never change the world.... If you're against abortion, put this in your profile