You know you live in 2007 when...

1.) You accidentally enter your password on a microwave.

2.) You haven't played solitare with real cards for years

3.) The reason for not staying in touch with your friends is they don't have a screen name or my space

4.) You'd rather look all over the house for the remote instead of just pushing the buttons on the TV

6.) Your boss doesn't even have the ability to do your job.

7.) As you read this list you keep nodding and smiling.

8.) As you read this list you think about sending it to all your friends.

9.) And you were too busy to notice number 5.

10.) You scrolled back up to see if there was a number 5.

11.) Now you are laughing at yourself stupidly.

12.) Put this in your profile if you fell for that, and you know you did

why did you leave?
why did you abandon me?
what was the reason?
those are the quesions that i ask myself.

did you love me?
did you care?
did you care about my feelings,
or did you just cared about your own?

I can't tell whats what,
everything is mixed up,
I just want to love you,
that's why i came after you,
but I was scared...

I was scared...
you stood there motionless
looking down at me.
you stood there with no emotion
piercing my heart with your cold eyes.

did you want me to come after you?
most likely you didn't.
but I do know one thing...
I'm taking you back to Kenhoa,
we're going back...together.

but I still want to know...
why did you leave?

by spirited-away-girl

If you can read this message, you are blessed because over two billion people in the world cannot read at all:

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ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

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was ipmorantt! tahts so cool!

If you could read that put it in your profile!

The hurtful stares,
The burning laughs,
Am I really that different?
Does it matter who I like,
Whether it be boys, girls, or both?

I live every day,
Being hated, despised,
For something I was born with.
What disease plaques me so?
What makes them hate?
To you, I am a leper.
I am a freak with no worth.

A homosexual,
A gay,
A godless heathen,
I refuse my titles,
As Romeo did to Juliet...
Or rather, Romeo to Benvolio?
Yes, that seems more fitting.

I love my fellow women,
More than most others.
Does that make me wrong?
Will I be forgiven by God?
To be honest,
I don't care about anyone's opinion,
Let alone God's.

by iluvarbok

PLEASE READ WHAT'S UNDER THIS!!

I am the girl kicked out of her home because 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 did not 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 person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

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