Hi! This is Carolina.

So, I have been a writer for some time. Approximately two to three years. I have an account on FictionPress. Be aware that I do not enjoy writing FanFictions, I like reading them. I am pretty sure that I will not be posting stories here, so if you want to read what I wrote on FictionPress search my pen name, which is the same as this one. Carolina Martinez. The name's fake. :D

I don't have much to say, though. There's a brilliant story called FATHER, by Carla Lute. That person's a friend of mine on FictionPress.

Hey! I was reading GraeLiars's profile, just because she's a brilliant writer, and I saw this on her profile. I don't know why, but it was just pretty damn moving and inspiring (even though I'm not going through depression) that I feel like I have to repost it. I really hope you don't mind, GraeLiars, if you're reading this. :)

Something to consider...

I'm getting on my soapbox for a minute here and I hope you don't hate me for it, but I really needed to say something and I'd like you to hear it (or read it. Whatever).

Depression is one of, if not the, most common mental illness observed around the world. It doesn't mean you're weak - it means you have been trying to be too strong for too long. And it doesn't mean you're crazy - in fact, statistically speaking, its normal (but by no means easy). Sometimes we just need help, and guess what? Thats ok.

In fact I want you to really think about that for a moment - It is ok to ask for help. It's ok.

If you find yourself having thoughts of suicide, or feelings of worthlessness, of feeling tired constantly, and have stopped enjoying the things that used to make you smile, please talk to someone. It can be a friend, a family member, a doctor, a mental health professional - whoever makes you feel comfortable and who will listen without judgement or contempt. You don't have to battle by yourself, because you're not alone - millions of other people around the world are battling with you. Including me. But you know what? We can get through this. We can look past the labels they give us, the names they call us, the voices in our own heads - we can soldier on, and we can win this fight.

I have seen too many people leave this earth too soon because they felt there was nothing here for them anymore. No matter how worthless they felt, their passing starts a ripple effect that hits their family, their closest friends, their distant friends, friends of friends, work colleagues, school peers, old neighbours, new neighbours, people who never met them but knew their friends, people they haven't seen or spoken to in a decade. The list is endless, the ripples continue, and the pain is shared.

There is never one victim in suicide. The pain of losing someone you love doesn't fade quickly. In fact, there are many who would say it never fades at all.

So please, if you think you might have depression or any other mental illness, seek help. It is ok to put your hand up and say you can't do this alone, because no one should have to do this alone.

When everything gets you down just think - the Earth has been here for an estimated 4.5 billion years. During that time we've had dinosaurs, ice ages, The Black Plague, crusades, epidemics, world wars, and natural disasters of epic proportions. And guess what?

You made it here.

To this very day, your ancestors survived long enough to pass on life to you so you could be here. Isn't that pretty fantastic? You practically come from a line of superhumans. Or at least super-survivors. So whenever you think of yourself as a failure just stop and remember - your ancestors were some tough bastards, and with their blood running through your veins, you won't go down without a fight.

Shine bright you crazy diamonds, and stay happy.

All my love,

Grae xoxo

This is really sad. The first part, at least. It almost made me cry.

I found this in a profile while browsing for authors.

Mummy...Johnny brought a gun to school
He told his friends that it was cool
And when he pulled the trigger back
It shot with a great crack
Mummy I was a good girl
I did what I was told
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold
But mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy please tell daddy that I love him very much
And please tell Chris, my boyfriend, that it wasn't just a crush
And tell my little sister that she is the only one now
And tell my dear sweet grandmother that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss
And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mummy listen to me if you would
I wanted to go to college
I wanted to try things that were new
I guess I'm not going with daddy
On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married
I wanted to have a kid
I wanted to be an actress
Mummy I wanted to live
But mummy I must go now
The time is getting late
Mummy tell my Chris
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you mummy I always have
I know you know it's true
Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost
Please if yo

u would
Pass this around
I'd be happy if you could
Don't smash this on the ground
If you pass this on
Maybe people will cry
Just keep this in heart
For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"
Now you have two choices

1) repost and show you care
2) ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart
3) Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care

Now I am not a true believer (I Think) but this is something that helped me a lot.

A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned, and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid because it was a small town and she lived only a few blocks away.

As she walked along under the tall elm trees, Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. When she reached the alley, which was a short cut to her house, she decided to take it. However, halfway down the alley she noticed a man standing at the end as though he were waiting for her. She became uneasy and began to pray, asking for God's protection. Instantly a comforting feeling of quietness and security wrapped round her, she felt as though someone was walking with her. When she reached the end of the alley, she walked right past the man and arrived home safely.

The following day, she read in the newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the same alley just twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and the fact that it could have been her, she began to weep. Thanking the Lord for her safety and to help this young woman, she decided to go to the police station. She felt she could recognize the man, so she told them her story. The police asked her if she would be willing to look at a lineup to see if she could identify him. She agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man was told he had been identified, he immediately broke down and confessed. The officer thanked Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane was curious as to why he had not attacked her. When the policeman asked him, he answered, "Because she wasn't alone. She had two tall men walking on either side of her." Amazingly, whether you believe or not, you're never alone. Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won't re post it?

Re post this if you truly believe in God.

PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
and if you stand up 4 him he will stand up for you.

And now some fun facts

1) Kissing is healthy.

2) Bananas are good for period pain.

3) It's good to cry.

4) Chicken soup actually makes you feel better.

5) 94 percent of boys would love it if you sent them flowers.

6) Lying is actually unhealthy.

7) You really only need to apply mascara to your top lashes.

8) It's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you.

9) 89 percent of guys want YOU to make the first move.

10) It's impossible to apply mascara with your mouth closed.

11) Chocolate will make you feel better.

12) Most boys think it's cute when you say the wrong thing.

13) A good friend never judges.

14) A good foundation will hide all hickeys...not that you have any.

15) Boys aren't worth your tears.

16) We all love surprises.

17) Now...make a wish.

Wish REALLY hard!!

WISH WISH WISH WISH.

Your wish has just been received.

Copy and Paste this into your profile in the next fifteen minutes and...

Your wish will be granted.

Don't click here!

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If you could read that put it in your profile!!!

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping

it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by
jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the
country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You
thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.

If you love your dad, post this on your profile

AND NOW FINALLY

YOU KNOW YOU'RE AN AUTHOR IF...

1. You talk to yourself a lot. (e.g. Hmm, what would happen if it was sunny the day Bella got hit by the van? Oh, story idea!! Must get computer!)

2. You talk to yourself about talking to yourself. (e.g. 'Why do I constantly ask my self random things?')

3. When you talk to yourself you often talk to yourself like you're talking to someone else. (e.g. 'Have you ever noticed that deliver could mean someone's liver?')

4. After uttering a profound piece of wisdom like that above, you stare at the cookie in your hand with awe and say, "Wow,this stuff is great for sugar highs...'

5. You'll check your e-mail every day of the week and then disappear off the face of the earth.

6. You're e-mails tend to be pages long and incredibly random.

7. When replying to an e-mail, you'll never actually address the point of it.

8. No matter where you are in a room you never have to get up to find a pen/pencil and paper.

9. The letters on your keyboard are wearing off. (once a key actually fell off!) Oh yeah, this happened to me. It effing happened to me.

10. You constantly start talking in third person, present or past tense.

11. You start thinking about making lists like this and start giggling for no "apparent" reason.

12.Your friends stopped looking at you funny for no apparent reason a loooooong time ago.

13. And FINALLY, the one way to tell if you're a good writer: You failed English 101.

(copy that into you're profile if you fit one or more of the descriptions)

I did not make those mistakes. I found this in an author's profile. :D