*10/15/2015* So yeah, it's been a while, it really has I look at this story now and realize that its been 6 years since i started to write it I was 17 then and im now 23, and you wonder where the time went. I've nearly died 3 times, I now have the most precious baby boy I could ever asked for and the love of my life, whom I've almost lost due to stupid idiotic people you call "friends" needless to say life never stops throwing curve balls at you, be ready for anything anytime, I wished i was more prepared than I was when facing some of the things i've went through. Anyways, after all that I am now going to be a graduate Medical Assistant here 12/2015 so kudos to me, and my schedule should be a little less drastic and chaotic, I've went through this story so many times and now ch 19 is halfway done but before I finish that I've decided to go through the other chapters and clean it up. Names, Grammar, missing information and so on.

So please if you are still with me here on this hell of a ride called life and still enjoy my story, then when you get the notification for the update please I encourage you to re-read the rest before going on. Thank you all for your continued support this long and I hope I haven't driven most of you off.

Meh, just call me Snake22996

My favorite anime of all time has to be School Day's, a tragic but great show, my favorite manga has to be Rosario (so much better than anime .)

I like different styles of music, ranging from screamo to japanese music (FTW) but country i just cannot stand!

Although the anime's and manga's themselves are good, i decided to give this site a chance to read some people's PoV's about their stories, and with much luck i've found that people here've got amazing imaginations and hopefully my stories (1 right now and future ones to come) can match up with them :D

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when you threw up, and didn't get mad at you for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with another guy

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side when the new jerk comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when you call, to listen to you cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.

I'm Sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done something different.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there are never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes that mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?" Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.

If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, copy and paste into your profile as 'I'm sorry'

If you're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to copy and paste this into your profile, and you would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your profile as "Girls Don't Realize These Things"

Probably one of the best poems ive ever heard, all credit go to T.D. Sugoi

This is a story about a little girl that was abused. If you care at all, copy and paste this into your profile:

My name is Sarah,
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen;
I cannot see.

I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
what else could have made
my daddy so mad?

I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
then maybe my mommy,
would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong,
or else I'm locked up,
all the day long.

When I awake I'm all alone,
the house is dark,
my folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come,
I'll try and be nice,
so maybe I'll get just,
one whipping tonight.

Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car,
my daddy is back,
from Charlie's bar.

I hear him curse,
my name he calls,
I press myself
against the wall.

I try and hide,
from his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
he shouts ugly words,
he says its my fault,
that he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me,
and yells at me more,
I finally get free,
and I run for the door.

He's already locked it,
and I start to bawl,
he takes me and throws me,
against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor,
with my bones nearly broken,
and my daddy continues,
with more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!" I scream,
but it’s now much too late,
his face has been twisted,
into unimaginable hate.

The hurt and the pain,
again and again,
oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!

And he finally stops,
and heads for the door,
while I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.

My name is Sarah,
and I am but three,
tonight my daddy,
murdered me.

Yet another great and sad story about a poor little girl, pass it on

If this has affected you in any way, spread it around, all credit to T.D. Sugoi

Tomy and Ami were on a motorcycle, speeding down a road.

Ami: Slow down, I'm scared!

Tomy: No, this is fun!

Ami: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.

Tomy: Then tell me you love me.

Ami: I love you, now slow down!

Tomy: Now give me a big hug.

Ami gave him a hug and a squeeze from behind.

Tomy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself? It's bothering me.

In the newspaper the next day, there was a story about a motor cycle that had crashed into a building due to a brake failure. There had been two people on it; there was one survivor. The truth was halfway down the road, Tomy realized his brake wasn't working but he didn't want to scare Ami. Instead, he had her hug him and tell him that she loved him one last time. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died.

Copy and paste this into your profile page if you would do the same for someone that you love -T.D. Sugoi