Family : last child

-one borther

-one sister

Life Story: things just dont go the way i wanted it to be, by never i mean NEVER

Best at : Nothing

Outlook on Life : Kill everything

Now that thats done imma share you guys a poem:

The Days of Tomorrow

everyone can forget what i did those past years

what good is remembering the past when

you can only change the future

misfortune and falling

who care's bout that

you can always stand from the ground up

the world needs to be loved

and so does yourself

no one wants to be lonely

and no one also wants to cry

always think that people has a cause

put yourself inside of me

put your pants and clothes on to hide your shame

put on the mask of happyness to hide anger

peel the shell that hides your true self

dont be self-righteous always save others

the world is changing

we need to bring it back

make it right and be the light

okay now all that sappy stuff is over i can finally tell you guys what my top 10 fave anime is

1. Fairy Tail

2. Ueki no Housoku

3. Hayate no Gotoku

4. Beelzebub

5. Persona

6. Ano Hi Mita Hana No Namae o Bokutachi Wa Mada Shiranai

7. Azumanga Daioh

8. Inazuma Eleven

9. Accel World

10. Magi

just so you guys know i have very wierd friends and that makes them special for being who they are :)

And I am not EMO! what the hell just because i hate life doesnt mean im emo ! that means i am one of a kind guy.

Abortion:-

Month one Mommy I am only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it I wave my arms and legs. 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'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. If you're against abortion, re-post this and if you almost cried post this in your profile.

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 repost it? Repost 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. (Aka He's
watching you as you read this and seeing if you'll repost it!)

PLEASE READ (i just HAD to repost this! if you read til the end you'll see why. i hope u repost it 2!)

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough
money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus
would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to
my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going
to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I
come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to
take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave
me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have
enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we
started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had
enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for
too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my
mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who
hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to
pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from
the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed
away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of
the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and
the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had
for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver
had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

One early morning and noticed that he was the only black man there. As he sat down, he noticed a white man
behind him.
The white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."
The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:
"When I was born I was black,"
"When I grew up I was black,"
"When I'm sick I'm black,"
"When I go in the sun I'm black,"
"When I'm cold I'm black,"
"When I die I'll be black."
"But you sir..."
"When you're born you're pink,"
"When you grow up you're 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 yet you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Help stop racism.

When you were 1 year old, your mom celebrated the first birthday of you,
you thanked her by crying all day long.

When you were 2 years old, your mom started teaching you how to talk,
you thanked her by saying ummmumumumumamamama.

When you were 3 years old, your mom brought you to the park,
you thanked her by running around the pond, and chasing the ducks.

When you were 4 years old, your mom bought you some toys,
you thanked her by breaking the toys on the next day.

When you were 5 years old, your mom bought you a story book and read it to you,
you thanked her by ripping it piece to piece.

When you were 6 years old, your mom sent you to the kindergarten, so that you can start making friends,
but you thanked her by fighting with your classmate.

When you were 7 years old, your mom made you a very nice lunch for the first day of school,
you thanked her by throwing your foods around the class.

When you were 8 years old, your mom handed you an ice cream cone,
you thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons,
you thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

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

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

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

When you were 13 years old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming,
you thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you were 14 years old, she paid for a month away at summer camp,
you thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15 years old, she came home from work, looking for a hug,
you thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16 years old, she taught you how to drive her car,
you thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17 years old, she was expecting an important call,
you thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18 years old, she cried at your high school graduation,
you thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

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

When you were 25 years old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she
loved you.
You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

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

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

If you love your MOM & you thank her deeply,
repost this bulletin saying "I Cried Because Of This"

If you don't...
then you obviously don't care if your mom dies.

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared.

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, It's not. Please? It's too scary.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, now slow down.

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

Girl: *hugs*

Guy: Can you take off my helmet; put it on yourself, it's bugging me.

In the news paper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building due to brake failure. Two people were on it, only
one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road the guy realized that the brakes were broken, and he didn't want
the girl to know. Instead, he made her give him a big hug and tell him she loved him one last time. Then, he had her put
his helmet on knowing he would die.

Repost this if you though it was sad! Or repost it if you would do this with someone you love!!!

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending
Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?

Copy and paste this on your profile if you think drunk driving should stop.

Cinderella walked on broken glass,
Sleeping Beauty let a whole lifetime pass,
Belle fell in love with a hideous beast,
Jasmine married a common thief,
Ariel walked on land for love and life,
Snow White barely escaped a knife,
It was all about blood, sweat, and tears.
Because true love means facing your biggest fears.