love me or hate me,accept or shun me,im me and only mei dont care if you like me or notyour words or fists dont hurtdont come to me if your fakeand dont try and be my friend if you are as pathetic as i think

Story books are full of fairy tales Of kings and queens and the bluest skies My heart is torn just in knowing You'll someday see the truth from lies When the clouds will rage in And the storms will race in but you will be safe in my arms Rains will pour down, waves will crash around But you will be safe in my arms Castles they might crumble Dreams may not come true But you are never all alone Because i will always, always love you Hey I, hey I

You cannot blame God for the suffering people are enduring. Is God the one that started wars, created the Holocaust, murders, rapes, and gives disease to people? Who does that? We do. The people. We have no one but ourselves to blame. God can change the world, but only through us. The reason people are suffering is because too many people are greedy and selfish and don't give a damn about anyone. God is not to blame. We are. Think about it.

live everyday as if you would die the next

live your life to the fullest

"someone born without a purpose,just a empty shell with a black heart,but even a black heart can be broken,even a demon has feelings,hopes,and dreams.Wishes for something other than a false support or fake belief,some hope not just a figment of your imagination,a life outside your own,although if you think about it you really dont have a life.If you could have one wish in the world it would be to escape the hell you live in,wishing for it to just leave and fade away,others help you with that wish but one after another they fail,a bleeding wrist or gashed arm is normal and the blood that drips from you is normal.A place where someone thinks about you is your home...but what if no one thinks of you,what if you don't even think about yourself,is there no home,no afterlife,no...hope

if you only had one more day to live what would you do and how would u spend it?

A LITTLE GIRLS POEM Her hair was up in a ponytail Her favorite dress tied with a b ow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And 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 classmates Of 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 see A dad who never calls.There were daddies along the wall in back, For everyone to meet. Children squirming impatiently, Anxious in their seats. One by one the teacher called, A student from the class. To introduce their daddy, As seconds slowly passed. At 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 offend 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 h im, I wanted you to know. All about my daddy, And how much he loves me so.He loved to tell me stories He 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 me, Even 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 love Of 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 far. You see he was a fireman And died just this past year When airplanes hit the towers And taught Americans to fear. But sometimes when I close my eyes, It's like he never went away. And then she closed 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 saw 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 They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.Send this phrase to the people you'll never forget and remember to send it also to the person that sent it to you.It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them. If you don't send it to anyone, it means you're in a hurry and that you've forgot your friends.Take the time... to live and love. Until eternity.God bless

92% of teens believe that the world will end on Dec. 21st, 2012.Put this on if your profile if your the 8% that'll be laughing on Dec. 22nd, 2012

a friend is someone when our spirits need a lift. a friend is someone we treasure for our friendship is a gift.a friendship is someone who fills our lives with friendship,joy,and grace.and makes the whole world we live in,a better ad happier place

my FAVORITE POEM life is to short to wake up in the morning with regrets.so,love the people who treat you right and forget the ones who don't.and believe everything happens for a reason...if you get the chance - take it; if it changes your life - let it. nobody said that it would be easy...they just promised it would be worth it.

God is Beautiful One Day A Dad Comes Home Drunk And Mad. He Pulls Out A Gun And Shoots His Wife And Then Turns The Gun On Himself. His Little Girl Sits Behind The Couch Crying. The Police Came And Took The Little Girl To a New Family. Her First Day To Sunday School She Walks To The Builing And Sees A Picture Of Jesus On The Cross. The Little Girl Asks The Teacher: how did that man get off the cross? The Teacher Replied: he never did. The Little Girl Agrued: yes he did when mommy and daddy fought he sat next to me behind the couch telling me everything is going to be alright. 66% of u won't put this on ur pro. But Remeber The Bible Said, "Deny Jesus In Front Of Ur Friends And I Will Deny You In Front Of My Father" paste this on ur pro If Ur Not Ashamed Of Ur Holy Father....I Already Did My Part Do Yours

white man said,'colored peaple are not alowed here." The black man turned around and stood up. He then said listen sir....when I was born I was BLACK "when I grew up I was BLACK" "when Im sick Im BLACK" "when I go in the sun Im BLACK," "when Im cold im BLACK," when I die I'll be BLACK "but u sir," "when your born you're PINK." when you grow up your WHITE when you're sick,you're GREEN," when you go in the sun you turn RED," when you're cold you turn BLUE,"And when you die you turn PURPLE." "And u have the nerve to call me colored? "the black man then sat down and the white man walked away...Put this on your page if u HATE racism

Girl: I'm scared. Slow Down Guy:No, this is fun. Girl:No it's not, please, it's so 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 my helmet off & put it on yourself, It's really bothering me. The next day in the newspaper, a motorcycle crashed into a building due to brake failure. Two people were in the crash, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the breaks weren't working, but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loves 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 ~<3

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 messed 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, just like I did. C=

♥Girl:Do I ever cross your mind? ♥Boy:No ♥Girl:Do you like me? ♥Boy:No ♥Girl:Would you cry if I left? ♥Boy:No ♥Girl:Would you live for me? ♥Boy:No ♥Girl:Would you do anything for me? ♥Boy:No ♥Girl:Choose—me or your life? ♥Boy:My life ♥The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says... The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind. The reason why I don't like you is because I love you. The reason I don't want you is because I need you. The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left. The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you. The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you. The reason I chose my life is because you ARE, my life.♥

promises are made not to be broken but to be fufilled

Its a choice right?..... You're Wrong 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 Jesus' 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. If you're against abortion, put this in your profile.My drawing I drew of my heart or how i feel inside

we have to pay for the sin's of others

god loves evry1 and he always hears yor prayers he is always there all u have 2 do is believe and pray^^

pain and sadness is not a feeling god created,its a feeling humans created when we were bron into sin.its something made when us humans are in our darkest stages and let a hole open in our heart,letting the evil into us and comsume us

friends who take the time to care,are really angels unaware

what is life and love to you,what do u hold close if any.if u had a opertunity to re-do your life would u do it.are we just toys destined to be missunderstood and thrown away.what is love if its thrown away in a instent.is their even such thing as pain?does anyone understand or care.how is it that something can slip away so fast and for teh stupidest of reasons.is it worth it.

I wrote your name in the sand, waves washed it away I wrote it in the sky, the wind blew it away I wrote it in my heart, now forever it shall stay

a real friend is hard to find,difficult to leave,and impossible to forget SO TRUE^^

friends are angels tat help us to our feet when our wings forget how to fly

god is the best thing that will ever happen 2 u let him lead yor life and u will b saved

we may be opposites... but i woudnt have it any other way

"a friend is someone who walks in when the rest of the world walks out"

roleplay fanatic!

My children and the only ones I deem worthy of my presence or to even be recognized

The one who birthed me

sister