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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 enough 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... that 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 is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who 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 IGNORE THIS WITHOUT READING IT YOU HAVE NO HEART...BUT IF YOU FIND YOU CANNOT STOP UNTIL YOU REACH THE END THEN YOU MUST HAVE A VERY BIG HEART.

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 you 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
(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)

Teacher: Can you see God ?

Class: No.

Teacher: Can you touch God ?

Class: No.

Teacher: Then, there isn't a God.

*A student raises his hand and says*

Student: Sir, can you see your brain ?

Teacher: No.

Student: Can you touch your brain ?

Teacher: No.

Student: Oh okay, so you don't have a brain ?

Post this on your profile if you love and believe in God.

BIG FIGHT

Body: DAD COMES HOME DRUNK AND MAD

HE PULLS OUT A GUN AND SHOOTS HIS WIFE THEN TURNS THE GUN ON HIMSELF.

THE LITTLE GIRL SITS BEHIND THE COUCH CRYING

THE POLICE CAME AND TOOK THE LITTLE GIRL TO AN ORPHANAGE.

SHE WALKS INTO THE BEDROOM,AND THERE IS A PICTURE OF JESUS ON THE CROSS

GIRL: HOW DID THAT MAN GET OFF OF THAT?

TEACHER: HE DIDN'T.

GIRL: YES HE DID.

TEACHER: NO HE DIDN'T.

GIRL: YES HE DID HE ALWAYS SAT NEXT TO ME WHEN MY PARENTS FOUGHT, AND HE TOLD ME EVERYTHING WOULD BE OK

YOU READ THIS BECAUSE IT SAID FIGHT, BUT WOULD YOU HAVE READ IT IF IT SAID JESUS STORY? POST THIS AS BIG FIGHT IN (ANY PLACE)? DON'T IGNORE THIS

64 PERCENT OF U WONT REPOST THIS

YOU NEVER KNOW WHO MIGHT BE WATCHING REMEMBER: THE BIBLE SAYS "IF YOU DENY JESUS IN FRONT OF UR FRIENDS HE WILL DENY YOU IN FRONT OF HIS FATHER

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

OBITUARY FOR THE LATE MR. COMMON SENSE

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get Parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 3 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

RIP We shall remember

Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, than weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!

98 percent of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy and paste this in your profile.

92 percent of teenagers would die if Abercombie and Fitch told them it was uncool to breath. Copy this into your profile if you'd be part of the 8 percent laughing your HEAD (I CHANGED THAT FROM A BAD WORD...) off.

If you have inside jokes...with yourself...copy and paste this into your profile.