Hey ya'll my name is Katie and in high school and I'm a crazy cowgirl who loves to have fun! I'm from Texas so don't mess with me or u will get your ass kicked. I'm sweet, nice, caring, funny, sarcastic and a badass but i can be really mean to people who messes with my family and friends.

I'm a supernatural fan so most of my stories are going to about supernatural only =D I love to read, write stories/songs, eat, watch movies, listening to music and just having fun all the time! =D

Bisexual.
I'm not a slut.
I'm not confused.
It's not a phase.

No longer a virgin :(/:) since January 25th 2013 at the age of 17 going on 18.

Characters I ship:

Supernautral:

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Gabriel

Dean/Michael

Adam/Michael

Dean/Crowley

Crowley/Castiel

Girl!Dean/Jo

Girl!Dean/Lisa

Girl!Dean/Girl!Castiel

Bella/Blonde Ruby

Dean/Balthazar

Girl!Dean/Blonde Ruby

Dean/Shapeshifter

Dean/Vampire

Dean/Werewolf

Bobby/Ellen

Bobby/Jodie

Dean/Benny!

meg/ruby

Adam/Samandriel!!!

Kevin/?

Teen Wolf:

Derek/Stiles

Derek/Jackson

Scott/Stiles

Jackson/Danny

Jackson/Stiles

Lydia/Alison

My stories:

1. What's real and what's not

2. Dean Winchester and Drugs

I had to add this because im crazy but you probably already know that =D

10 reasons i love Dean

1. his hair

2. his smile

3. his eyes

4. his body

4. his humor

5. his car

6. his love of his muisc

7. his love of his family( remember family comes first!)

8. his voice( who doesn't like a guy with a deep rugged southern accent?)

9. he can kick anyone/anything's ass(what other guy can do that? beside his brother)

10. he went to Hell and came back! damn what a guy!

10 reasons i love Castiel

1. his hair

2. his eyes

3. his serious sense of humor

4. his trench coat( who doesn't like a guy in a trench coat?)

5. the way he tilts his head when he is confused( he's so cute when he does that!)

6. he is always popping out no where near Dean

7. he rebelled out of heaven! and rescued Dean out of Hell!

8. his emotions when he started to become human

9. his rough rugged voice( so sexy!)

10. his an angel! (that means he can watch over you anytime of the day and night!)

If you love Supernatural, copy this onto your profile. (Duh is they don't know that, that's shocking)

If you hear voices of the characters in your head...copy and paste this on your profile. (I hear voices in my head constantly I'm right with ya randy pats to anyone who gets that)

Admitting you are weird means you are normal. Saying that you are normal is odd. If you admit that you are weird and like it, copy this onto your profile. (I'm a weird, loony psychopath is what I am of course no ones perfect)

If you ever forgotten what you were talking about in a conversation copy and paste this into your profile (I forget things all the time, not just the conversation sometime I'll ask why the hell I'm even here)

If you've ever talked to yourself, copy and paste this into your profile. (I talk too myself all the time I mean did you read what's at the bottom?)

If you have actually considered getting an Impala for your first car, copy this to your profile. (Of course I consider all fancy cars for a first)

If you find yourself creating and acting out your own Supernatural episodes, copy and paste this to your profile. (I do this while I'm sleeping so you better watch out kripke)

If you have ever fallen off a chair backwards, copy and paste this in your profile (Ive down that in my life a few times.)

If at one time you misspelled or forgot how to spell a word less than four letters, copy and paste this onto your profile (I could misspell 'I' if I wanted too)

If you think rock, paper, scissors solves everything then put this in you’re profile! (heck yeah that game rocks if it can solve Sam and deans problems why not mine?)

If several inanimate objects hate you copy and paste this into your profile. (They do, they attack me frequently)

If you've ever wished you could go into a book and strangle some of the characters for being so incredibly dumb, copy and paste this into your profile. (I do wish this all the time some characters are so stupid)

If you sometimes absolutely have to write something, copy this to your profile. (I do this to much grrr)

If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vice versa copy this into your profile. (Hmmm no comment)

If someone has ever said something to you that had nothing to do with your current conversation, copy and paste this into your profile. (My cousin does this often)

If, for no warning, you have laughed during a movie part that wasn't funny, put this in your profile. (I laugh at anything)

If you love All Hell Breaks Loose parts one and two with a passion, copy this onto your profile. (I LOVE those episodes, the high angst and emotion kills me)

If you love Yellow fever so much you have watch so many times you cant count it on your toes and fingers, copy this onto your profile( no comment)

If you know Dean’s monologue after Sam died by heart and have ever said it with him, copy this onto your profile. (I could recite it now, You know you couldn't of been more than five...)

If you have ever watched TV, got to a commercial then completely forgot what you were watching, copy and paste this to your profile. (I have memory problems whose judging)

If you cried during any given Supernatural episode, copy this onto your profile. (I cry all the time, probably the most was when Sammy died and during Jensen's monologue; damn he sold that well.)

Jensen Acklesis the best actor alive. If this is true, copy this onto your profile. (Hell yes almighty)

Jesen Ackels is the sexiest man alive. If this is true, copy this onto your profile. (Hell yes almighty too the second power)

If you are addicted to Supernatural, copy this onto your profile. (I'm addicted so bad come tell me I'm naughty Jared evil grin)

Friday is the best day of the week. If you agree, put this on your profile. :)

If you want to/have been to the Supernatural con, put this on your profile (can't tell you how bad I crave to go, living in Texas does have it's downside)

If you have ever written something, loved it, but then next time you read it you hate it and completely rip it apart and completely rewrote it, copy and paste this on your profile. (Their has been times I have wanted to just quit but aptly damned I will not be silenced.)

If you've ever asked a really stupid, obvious question, copy and paste this one your profile. (every question out of my mouth is stupid)

If you have ever watched interviews and past panels of the boys over and over paste this on your profile. ( I do this everyday, youtube has it's perks.)

If you have siblings that drive you crazy then copy this onto your profile. (i have a younger sister and she gets on my nerves every single day!)

If you have successfully turned people onto Supernatural copy and paste this onto your profile. (I have turned my sister to like supernatural! yea me!)

i don't care if you think I'm lunar crazy on a full moon cuz i am! a word of advice its okay to talk to your self but when you answer back you got a problem and might wanna think about checking in a mental asylum place katie

P.S. I'll probably update my profile every now and then.

P.S.S Pudding!... crazy works. sorry just had to say it =D

If you believe in Jesus Christ put this in your profile and don't just ignore this, because in the Bible it says if you deny me, I will deny you in front of my Father in the gates of Heaven.

This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.

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?

If you believe in God and Jesus Christ his Son

then copy and paste this in your profile

Jesus:

Jesus had no servants, yet they called him Master...

He had no degree, yet they called him Teacher...

He had no medicine, yet they called him Healer...

He had no army, yet kings feared him...

He won no military battles, yet he conquered the World...

He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him...

He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today

Little Sayings

You wonder why he pulled you over and gave you a ticket for speeding,
He just worked an accident where people died because they were going too fast.

You wonder why that cop was so mean,
He just got done working a case where a drunk driver killed a kid.

You work for 8 hours,
He works for up to 18 hours

You drink hot coffee to stay awake,
The cold rain in the middle of the night keeps him awake.

You complain of a 'headache', and call in sick,
He goes into work still hurt and sore from the guy he had to fight the night before.

You drink your coffee on your way to the mall,
He spills his as he runs code to a traffic crash with kids trapped inside.

You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket before you leave the house,
He makes sure his gun is clean and fully loaded and his vest is tight.

You talk trash about your 'buddies' that aren't with you,
He watches his buddy get shot at, and wounded in front of him.

You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls,
He walks down the highway looking for body parts from a traffic crash.

You complain about how hot it is,
He wears fifty pounds of gear and a bullet proof vest in July and still runs around chasing crack heads.

You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong,
He runs out before he gets his food to respond to an armed robbery.

You get out of bed in the morning and take your time getting ready,
He gets called out of bed at 2 am after working 12 hours and has to be into work A.S.A.P. for a homicide.

You go to the mall and get your hair done,
He holds the hair of some college girl while she's puking in the back of his patrol car.

You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over,
His shift ended 4 hours ago and there's no end in sight.

You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight,
He can't make any plans because on his off days he still gets called back into work.

You yell and scream at the squad car that just passed you because they slowed you down,
He's in the driver seat of the squad car, going to cut somebody out of their car.

You roll your eyes when a baby cries in public,
He picks up a dead child in his arms and prays that it was crying.

You criticize your police dept and say they're never there quick enough,
He blasts the siren while the person in front of him refuses to move while talking on their cell phone.

You hear the jokes about fallen officers and say they should have known better,
He is a hero and runs into situations when everyone else is running away in order to make sure no one gets hurt and loses his life doing it.

You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.
He would take a bullet for his buddy without question.

You sit there and judge him, saying that it's a waste of money to have them around,
Yet as soon as you need help he is there.

These, has a lot of meaning to me personally and if it has any meaning to you, I hope you copy and paste this into your profile. Just remember the next time you are complaining about not getting enough sleep, and there is some police officer who gets called in at 2 in the moring who went to bed at 12 that night. Don't complain just keep it to yourself. This whole thing could happen to my family right now. If you have no feelings for the police officers that protect 24/7, you have something wrong with you and you need to get it fixed. Thank the next police officer who you see helping you or someone else. A simple thank you can lighten their day. Remember. they are there to protect you and you need to respect them. If you are a police officer who is reading this right now, thank you for everything you do. If you have children, Mister Police Officer, I know how they feel when you have to work all day and their stuck inside all day on a beautiful day. I know what they feel when you work all night and come home, sleep, and then go back to work. When you work extra shifts for a fellow officer because they are hurt or not able to come in. I know how your children feel when you miss one of their games, you miss something important to them, you miss their birthday, you miss Halloween, you miss Christmas, Thanksgiving, 4th of July, you miss their first day of Kindergarten, High School, or Collage. I know what your children are going through everyday. I know what they feel when you come home in a bad mood because some loser father just killed there whole family, kids and all, lit the house on fire and once the fire is out, seeing all their toys still out. Seeing the kids bedrooms just recently slept in, played in and anything personal. I know what your kids are going through. Please remember, Mister Police Officer, that they love you and will doing anything for you and your wife. Remember, you have a family that loves you. Remember, you have people, in work and out of work that love you and that are counting on you to keep them safe. Thank you, for everything you do for your country, city, neighbors, friends, and families. Thank you for saving someone's life. Thank you for everything. If you really care about your police officers, copy and paste this in your profile. If you have a police officer in you family(like i do my uncle Denise is a police officer) or you know one, copy and paste into you profile. Then type your name and try to change the police officers life by saying 'thank you.' Lucky Naruto08, CraxyCowgirlXx

"Live in your imagination today, for tomorrow it can become your reality."

I watched the flag pass by one day,
It fluttered in the breeze.

A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease..

I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.

I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil
How many mothers' tears?

How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.

I heard the sound of Taps one night,
When everything was still,
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That Taps had meant "Amen,"

When a flag had draped a coffin.
Of a brother or a friend.

I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.

I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea

Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free.

Enjoy Your Freedom &God Bless Our Troops

Again, this has meaning to me in more then one way. If you have a friend, family member, or anyone else you know please copy and paste this into you profile. Or if this has meaning and you really care about our army, police officers, and arm forces copy and paste this into your profile. Then write your name here: Lucky Nartuo08, CraxyCowgirlXx

Girls Don't realize these things;

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 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'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'

A guy and a girl were speeding over 100km on a motorcyle.

Girl: Slow down!

Guy: No this is fun!

Girl: No it's not! Please, it's way to scary!

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you. Now slow down.

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gave him a big hug.

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

In the newspaper, the next day, a motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure.

Two people were on it and only one survived.

The truth was, that half way down the road the guy realized his breaks were out and he didn't want the girl to know.

Instead, he had her hug him and tell him she loved him one last time. Then he had her put his helmet on so she would live even if it meant he would die.

If you would do the same for the person you love, copy and paste this into your profile.

A black man walks into a cafe 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, "Coloured 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 coloured"
The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away...
Copy this onto your site and help stop racism!

A ninja waits until the dead of night, when the enemy sleeps and drops his guard, when his weapons lie forgotten in the stillness of the night, that is the moment for a ninja to strike." Copy and Paste if your a Ninja!

If you have ever thrown something at your television when you saw a character you despised, whether it be a piece of popcorn, a fork, or a chair, copy and paste this to your signature.

Paste this in your profile if you're one of the many teenagers that never smoked

Too many people are on crack. If you're not, then add this to your bio

XxXxXx

Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree

I believe in angels, the kind that heaven sends. I'm surrounded by angels but I call them my best friends

XxXxXx

Hi, my name is Kazu.

I like Writing and I like Athletics.

I am running down the road

I suddenly tripped over.

I come home with a scratch on my knee.

My mummy begins to worry.

I tell her I am fine.

She sighs and says ok.

I am at school.

When suddenly I fall and hit a tree.

I am sent to the sickbay.

Then I am sent home.

Mummy takes me to the doctors.

The doctors tell mummy something.

Mummy starts to cry.

I tell her it's ok.

I'm not going to die.

She tells me I am starting.

Starting to be slower.

I don't know what it means.

But I have become sick.

I tell mummy it's ok.

I will become better.

Mummy starts to cry.

Do I have cancer?

Mummy says no.

Then what do I suppose.

As a year had past.

I struggle to walk.

My speech is getting slower.

It's hard for me to talk.

My friends like to help me.

My classmates like to run.

But I have to sit down.

And watch them have fun.

Then one day my teacher.

Comes to see mummy.

Daddy comes out.

And starts to get all snotty.

The teacher tells my parents.

I can no longer go to school.

My motion is too slow.

I ask the teacher slowly.

I am sorry I am useless.

I start to cry and beg her.

I want to go to school.

The teacher gives a smile.

And tells me she is sorry.

The school cant really help me.

The words were so cruel.

The day I had to leave.

My friends and classmates cried.

The boys upon the windows.

Wave to me goodbye.

I smile and sit in the car.

I am taken to a school.

A school with special people.

Just like me and you.

I start to have some fun.

I made a lot of friends.

As many years passed again.

I talk too slow to understand.

I cannot run anymore.

And I struggle to even stand.

I cannot write in my diary.

My motion is too slow.

Then one day I am sent.

To the hospital again.

Now many years have passed.

I lie in a warm bed.

I cannot move my body.

I cannot move again.

I talk very slowly.

I cannot move my head.

My mummy sits there crying.

My daddy looks depressed.

I ask my mummy sadly.

Am I going to die.

My mother holds my hand.

Yells and starts to cry.

A few more years later.

I have to shut my eyes.

I cannot talk or move.

I seem to have died.

Copy and Paste this story about Kazu who was diagnosed with a rare uncurable disease, Spinocerebellar Degeneration, in your profile. This disease causes a failure of muscle control in their arms and legs, resulting in a lack of balance and coordination or a disturbance of gait. Support and send the message worldwide.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murder chanted, "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read this chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

XxXxX

I have a cat that I found outside in the cold it isn't allowed in the house so I let it sleep in a blanket that I leave out for it. It was abandoned by its owner. You can see by the way it's fur is on its neck. There used to be a collar. I have no idea where it came from or who it belonged to. That much doesn't matter. It's new home when I found it was under my patio table where it can be warm because of the cover. I think it's a guy. I have no name for it that I am sure that it is right. It goes by the weirdest name of all, Ralphy Chuck Norris. It makes me cry to see an abandoned animal begging for you to let them into the cold. I can't understand why anyone would want to do that. They could end up killing the animal. ANIMAL ABANDONMENT IS WRONG!!

If you think what I said above is true post it onto your profile.

XxXxXxX

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 sradishing 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 sradish 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 its 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.

Put this in your profile if you think that child abuse is wrong.

XxXxX

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(.• (.•pass the ribbon around if you know someone that has survived, DIED, or is living with cancer. My friend died at the age of 9 on 2004 and my cousin died this year,

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You're a 90's kid if:

You can finish this 'ice ice _'
You remember watching Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, Bobby's World,Felix the cat, The Tick...AAAAAAAH Real Monsters!
You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCHE!"
You just cant resist finishing this . . . "Iiiiiiin west philidelphia born and raised . . ."
You remember TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World.
You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
You got super excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
You remember reading "Goosebumps"
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school.
You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence . . . not
If you remember seeing hot tub bubbles make bubbly sounds before every music video on VH1.
when everything was settled by rock paper scissors..or bubble gum bubble gum in a dish...eeny meeny miney mo...and even better daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky.
You used to listen to the radio all day long just to record your FAVORITE song of ALL time.
"Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" was both a game and a TV game show.
Captain Planet. He's a Hero.
You knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together.
You remember when Super Nintendos and Sega Genisis became popular.
You always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos . . . but never taped anything funny.
You remember watching Home Alone 1, 2 , and 3 . . . and tried to pull the pranks on "intruders"
You remember watching The Magic School Bus, Wishbone, and Reading Rainbow on PBS.
You remember when Yo-Yos were cool.
You remember those Where's Waldo books.
You remember eating Warheads.
You remember watching the 1st Batman, Aladdin, Ninja Turtles, and 3 Ninjas movies.
You remember Ring Pops.
You remember drinking Surge, and Tang.
If you remember when every thing was "da BOMB!"
When they made the new lunchables so that you could make pizza AND tacos.
You remember boom boxes vs. cd players.
Making those little paper cootie-catcher things, and then predicting your life with them.
You played and/or collected "Pogs"
You had at least one Tamagotchi, GigaPet, or Nano and brought it everywhere.
. . . Furbies
Saved By The Bell was the coolest show ever!
You haven't always had a computer, and it was cool to have the internet.
And Windows 95 was the best.
You watched the original cartoons of Rugrats, Power Rangers, and Ninja Turtles.
Michael Jordan was a king.
YIKES pencils and erasers were the stuff!
All your school supplies were "Lisa Frank" brand.
You remember when the new Beanie Babies and Talking Elmo were always sold out.
You collected those Beanie Babies.
Mortal Kombat was awesome--the game and the movie
Carebears
Gak was the coolest stuff invented.
Lambchop's song never ended.
The old dollar bills.
Silver dollars, which were cool to have.
You remember a time before the WB.
You collected all the Troll dolls
You had to read Weekly Reader's in class.
If you even know what an original walkman is.
You remember wanting to sit on the orange Nickelodeon couch.
You've gotten creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?"
You know the Macarena by heart.
"Talk to the hand" . . . enough said
You always said, "Then why don't you marry it?!"
You remember trying to collect all 150 original pokemon cards but never could and if you did you thought you were all that!
You remember Highlight's magazine.
You went to McDonald's to play in the playplace.
You remember playing on merry go rounds at the playground.
Before the MySpace frenzy . . .
Before the Internet & text messaging . . .
Before Sidekicks & iPods . . .
Before MIKE JONES . . .
Before PlayStation2 or X-BOX . . .
Before Spongebob . . .
Back when you put off the 5 hours of homework you had every night.
When light up sneakers were cool.
When you rented VHS tapes, not DVDs.
When gas was 0.95 a gallon & Caller ID was The new thing.
When we recorded stuff on VCRs.
When we called the radio station to request songs to hear off of our walkmans.
When gameboy was a brick.
You did MASH to figure out your future
When you weren't cool unless you had a Starter jacket.
Way back.
Before we realized all this would eventually disappear.
Who would have thought you'd miss the 90's so much!!
Post this in your profile if you remember these days . . . .
or if you smiled at one of these things.

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I believe in Jesus Christ my Savior.
If u do 2 and aren't scared 2 admit it then copy & paste this in ur signature.

HOMOPHOBIA IS GAY

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
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 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 woman who died when the EMT s 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 didn't 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 ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
--IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS--

this story below is from a girl from gurl.com i cried when i read it please copy and paste.

From: MrsSimmons5711

Date: Dec-26

She's Beautiful

Katelyn J. Howard

(that's me! :D )

[i'm posting this in multiple places so that it [hopefully] gets around)

I poured my heart and soul into this story and it is dedicated to all of you in or associated with the gay community.

Thank you for your support. I’ve never understood why it’s acceptable to be black, Asian, white, skinny, blonde, brunette or any number of other things… but not homosexual or bisexual. I fear that I will never understand that logic. Whether the world ever accepts us or not, we are people just the same; perhaps better than those who are too narrow-minded to recognize that our hearts beat the same rhythm as theirs.

“Everybody’s journey is individual. If you fall in love with a boy, you fall in love with a boy. The fact that many Americans consider it a disease says more about them than it does about homosexuality.”-James Baldwin

She’s beautiful. Seven pounds, six ounces, 18 inches… short, curly, strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, and the tiniest little hands you’ve ever seen that make your heart pound when she wraps them around your finger. She’s nowhere near speaking, but the glow in her sleepy eyes says that she loves you. Drool, diaper and all, she’s the most magnificent creature you’ve ever laid eyes on; your baby girl… the life you created… your daughter… a piece of you… Jaimie is officially your world.

You close your eyes in exhaustion as you look at the tiny orange hospital band around your child’s wrist. A single tear trickles down your cheek as you read your own last name and silently apologize that her daddy won’t be around. And then you make the most important promise of your life.

‘I will always be here for you, Jaimie, my love. I will love you and support you until I die. You can be a rock star, a doctor, a lawyer, an athlete, an artist… you can even flip burgers if you want. I will love you the same no matter what you do. Just be a good person, baby. You be good and so will I. I’ll be the best I can be… I promise…’

“I swear,” you manage to choke out.

“I swear…”

She’s beautiful. 57 pounds, three feet, five inches… shoulder-length, curly, strawberry blonde hair clipped back on the left side with a pink butterfly barrette and the biggest green eyes ever. She sits on the couch in her white dress with pink ruffled trim just at her knees, waiting for you to buckle her light pink glittery flats that she put on the wrong feet just a minute ago. You realize she’ll need new shoes in a month or two… she’s growing so fast.

You smile as you hand her her icarly lunch pale and book bag. She starts playing with your hair, putting it in front of your face. Even when she doesn’t say it, her giggle shows you that she loves you. You laugh together as you walk out the front door of your tiny apartment and buckle her into the car.

“Mommy?” she asks.

“Yes, Jaimie?”

“What will I do today?”

“Learn lots of new things and make lots of new friends and play lots of fun games, I bet,” you reply.

“Yay!”

You turn on the radio and hear her singing along with Lady Gaga. It astonishes you that a little girl of just five can master the lyrics to Eh Eh (Nothing Else I Can Say) even when she’s clueless to the song’s meaning. She’s so innocent… she’s your little angel.

You walk her to the classroom where it says ‘Mrs. Kim’s Kindergarten’ on the door. She looks up at you and asks,

“Can you come with me, mommy?”

“No, Jaimie,” you reply sadly. You’re nervous for her.

“This is your big day! You’re a big girl now. But I’ll be here as soon as school’s out, okay?”

“Promise?” she asks.

“Promise,” you answer with a sympathetic smile.

“Okay.” I love you, mommy.”

“I love you, too, hun.”

You give her a kiss and walk away as her teacher closes the door behind her. Halfway down the hall you turn around to look back at the closed door. With a single tear staining your rosy cheek, you realize she’s on her own for the first time.

At 2:45 she runs from the school door into your arms sobbing.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask.

“You know how the tooth fairy took my front teeth?” she asks hysterically.

“Yes, what about it?”

“The other kids have all their teeth. They said I look dumb. One boy said I’m ugly! I hate kindergarten! I’m never going to school again!”

“Oh, Jaimie,” you begin. You pull her close and hug her tight.

“Boys have cooties.”

She laughs, still crying.

“And you know what? I bet the other kids are just jealous that the tooth fairy visited you first. And besides, those are only your baby teeth. When they fall out it means you’re going to get big girl teeth in the same spot. You just have to give them time to grow.”

“Really?” she asks, wiping her runny nose on her dress.

“Jaimie, don’t do that!”

You both laugh and you use a tissue from the glove box to wipe her face clean.

“I really do. Baby, you’re beautiful. You’re the prettiest princess in the whole world.”

“You really think so?” she asks, half smiling.

“Of course I do.”

She smiles, climbs into the car, and you head home. With a heavy heart, you pray silently that she adjusts to school well. You realize you’re afraid for her. You realize you can’t protect her from everything like you wish you could. You realize she’s vulnerable.

She’s beautiful. 120 pounds, five feet, seven inches… an angled bob just below her jaw, bleached lighter blonde and straightened. Green eyes framed with smoky shadows, eyeliner and mascara, partnered with rosy blush; but no lipstick. It’s too much of a pain for her to fix every ten seconds like the girls on her cheerleading squad.

She walks down the stairs in her purple dress. It’s long, form-fitting, covered in sequence and has a sweetheart neckline and corset back. She has on silver stilettos, a set of diamond ear rings and a matching necklace you got her for her sixteenth birthday. To top it off she’s wearing her signature peace sign ring and her sparkling homecoming court tiara.

Stunning.

The doorbell rings and it’s her date, John, who she’s been best friends with since he got in a fight with a boy making fun of her braces on the playground in fifth grade. He’s wearing a white suit with a purple silk tie and a dyed purple rose pinned to his pocket.

You begin snapping pictures of them as he slips her purple rose corsage onto her wrist. Then it’s out the door she goes, off to the dance. You realize she really is a princess.

At 10:45 she walks through the door, makeup running, a red nose from crying, and her dress is torn from the bottom, nearly to her knees, almost all the way around.

“Oh, Jaimie… how did this happen to your dress? Did you fall? Did you get hurt? Are you okay?” you ask in panic.

“No, mom. I didn’t fall. And I’m not ok.”

“What happened?”

“It’s John…” she begins.

“What about him? Did he do this to you? God help me, I’ll-“

“Mom, Jesus Christ, No!” she stares at you, searching for the words in her mind… how to turn gibberish and craziness into a legitimate, logical language.

“He… he got beat up… pretty bad. He went to the parking lot to talk to Mike and some football jerks saw them kissing and…”

“John was kissing mike?” you ask after a moment, confused.

“Yes, mom. John is gay. He is dating Mike. And they’d kept it a secret from all but Kathryn and I… she’s Mike’s sister, of course she knew… they never would have kissed if they’d seen the football guys. But I ran over and started screaming at them and one of their girlfriends grabbed me and stepped on my dress and I tried to run away, and… now John’s in the hospital and Mike’s at his side and the whole school knows everything.”

You stand in the living room in shock. How could this happen? You moved to a conservative Christian town for a reason… to keep your precious baby away from that nonsense… sex and drugs… and now her life-long best friend is a homosexual?

“Wow…” That’s all you could think to say.

“ ’Wow?’ That’s it? No advice? No comforting me? No ‘poor John?’ Nothing?”

“Well…” you hesitate.

“Well what?”

“Well… maybe John will learn now, honey. It’s better for him to be punished now and change than to live life in sin and be punished by God later.”

“Oh my gosh, are you serious?” she screams at you.

“You watch your mouth, young lady!”

“No, mom! You watch your mouth! Don’t EVER talk about my friend like that again!”

“I won’t have to because you can’t see him anymore.”

“WHAT?”

“We’re going to church Sunday morning. John’s sick, baby. We have to get the devil out of his soul. We have to pray to our father. Until he changes, you won’t see him.”

“No. I won’t pray to change him. He doesn’t need to change! He’s been my best friend my entire life and you loved him until you knew he was gay. What is your problem? I didn’t think you were so narrow-minded!”

“Jaimie, calm down. When we pray, the father will guide you and help you understand.”

“The father? A ‘father’ wouldn’t let things like this happen. NO father of mine, at least. I have a God. But not the one your book. And not a real father, either! Come to think of it, my dad probably left because of you and your cruel, judgmental ways! If I was 18, I’d leave you, too!”

She storms up the stairs.

“Jaimie!” you call after her.

Her door slams.

You sit on the couch and stare at the T.V. that’s not even turned on. You realize you’ve hurt the one thing that means the world to you. But you are NOT ok with this. You decide to ignore it. You’ll push it out of your brain;

‘John is straight… he’s straight… he’s straight…’

You realize this is bad. It’s against all of your morals. You realize it’s eating at you… but you let it go.

She’s beautiful. Still 120 pounds, still five feet, seven inches… same beautiful green eyes. Short, bleached, straightened bob, neatly pressed under her red cap; white tassel hanging to the side. She’s wearing her gown. She even put on lipstick; she decided the occasion is special enough.

With a single tear in her eye, she walks to the podium, diploma in hand, and makes her senior speech. It’s full of wishes for careers and families and friends and futures in general. She stresses that everyone is equal and brilliant and will forever be imprinted in each other’s lives.

“Although we each march to the beat of our own drum,” she begins, “our individual melodies mix together to form the most beautiful song. If one isn’t careful, all they will hear is noise. But one chooses to open their mind and allow that insane melody to dance into their soul, they’ll hear true music.”

She looks out into the crowd at you, John, Kathryn, Mike, her teachers, her fellow cheerleaders, the others from homecoming court, the prom queen, the quarterback, the nerds, and other parents of graduates… respecting each of them equally.

In that moment, you see that she’s perfect. You see yourself, the whole world, and beauty in her eyes. Her soul radiates hope and faith and happiness and humanity. She’s kind and inspirational. She’s amazing. You realize that this is it; she’s not just your little girl any more. She’s a woman. You realize the world is hers.

She’s beautiful. 130 pounds, which is perfect but bothers her. Only another inch, but now five feet, eight inches and 27 years. She sits at her desk in a black pencil skirt, turquoise silk button-up fitted top, and black high heels with lace around the upper edge and a turquoise bow by the peep toe. She tightens her high strawberry blonde bun and adjusts the black straight frame glasses that sit on the bridge of her nose, focusing those green eyes on the case file in front of her.

She’s a lawyer now. Eight long years at Harvard and a boat-load of tuition later, she’s finally on top, living her dream, finding justice in the world.

But, unfortunately for you, she now lives in Chicago, nearly six hours away. It’s hard to see her, but the frequent phone calls keep you updated. Still no husband, still no grandbabies. But she’s a busy working woman, smart and intelligent, so you don’t worry. Whoever she chooses will be a lucky son of a bitch… you know that much for sure.

You tape up the last moving box and hand your land lord the keys to your apartment. Phone calls just don’t cut it so you’re moving to a suburb 30 minutes from outer Chicago. Then, as if it were timed and planned telepathically at the moment you wished it would happen, your doorbell rings.

There stands Jaimie, beautiful as ever, all smiles. She hugs you tightly; it’s been nearly six months since you’ve seen her. Her schedule’s so crazy.

You climb into the passenger seat of the moving truck and your loving daughter takes the wheel. You have the next six hours to chat and smile and laugh. You realize how much you’ve missed her, and you smile.

She’s beautiful. 130 pounds, seven feet, nine inches (on the ladder on which she stands) and simply gorgeous. Even in sweats, a baggy T-shirt and paint spattered across her face and long strawberry blonde, curly ponytail. Your apartment was stark white and thanks to your princess is now a deep red, almost burgundy tone, accented with oranges, browns and golds in décor.

“So, what is there to do in Chicago?” you ask, feeling like the child.

“Pretty much anything you want. It’s huge, mom,” she says laughing.

“We need to do something tonight,” you suggest.

“Let’s go out for dinner. It’s on me,” she offers.

“Alright, but where-“ you stop. As she reaches up to hit a high spot on the wall with paint, the bottom of her T-shirt lifts up and you notice a bright pink shape you can’t quite make out. She looks at you, noticing your pause, and follows your gaze to the mark on the side of her hip. She quickly pulls her shirt back down and begins to paint some more.

“How about Red Lobster?” she says in an attempt to draw your attention away from your discovery.

“Jaimie? What is that mark on your hip?”

“Nothing, mom, it was an accident… Olive Garden?” she responds.

“I’m serious, Jaimie. What kind of accident?”

“It’s nothing!” she says louder than she meant to.

You reach up and grab her waistband and shirt, pulling them apart. She drops her roller to the floor, knocking over the can of paint. You reveal her new tattoo… of two bathroom door women characters holding hands and a heart above the space between their heads.

“What the hell is this?” you ask.

“I hope you were drunk! How else could you explain this?”

“I was drunk, mom. I never wanted a tattoo.”

“Good,” you sigh in relief.

“But I like it.”

“Wait, what? But… it looks like some gay pride thing. Did John put you up to this?”

“No. John’s not the only gay person in the world, mom.”

“The only one I know,” you say.

“Yeah… you haven’t met Krista yet,” she mumbles under her breath.

“Krista? Who’s Krista?”

She climbs down from the latter and wiped the paint off of her hands with a rag. She sighs.

“She’s my girlfriend, mom.”

You pray that the obvious conclusion you’ve come to isn’t accurate.

“So… why would you get this tattoo because of her?” you ask.

“She got the same one,” she explains.

“Oh… so… they’re best friend tattoos, right?”

“No, mom. She’s not my friend who’s a girl. She’s my girlfriend. I met her when I was moving into my apartment. She lives down the hall… She’s amazing, you should meet her. You’d love her.”

“Love her? I’d kill her! She poisoned you mind!”

“Poisoned my mind? She’s the first thing that’s made me happy in years!”

“We’re going to church tomorrow. We’re going to counseling. We’re doing something about this.”

“No! Just stop! I’m a lesbian, mom! I am in love with a woman! It’s nothing new, I’ve been like this as long as I remember.”

“I don’t believe you! You would have told me!”

“I wanted to but I couldn’t! I knew you’d react like this! Remember the way you reacted when you found out about John?”

“I can’t believe this… I won’t… I refuse to!” you shout in disbelief.

“Well don’t, then, mom! But you can’t change it! You can’t choose to be gay or not, it’s not something you can just ‘turn off’ by snapping your fingers or pushing a button! I’m a lesbian and I always have been and I always will be and you’ll just have to get the hell over yourself and accept it!”

“Jaimie, why are you doing this to me? What the hell is wrong with you? You’re so… it’s just… it’s…”

“It’s what, mom? Say it!”

“It’s disgusting! It’s gross! It’s wrong! It’s just disgusting, Jaimie!” you explode.

“You’re disgusting! You’re a disgusting person! I’m your daughter and I’m disgusting to you? You’re a piece of !” she’s shaking with rage. You know she didn’t mean it… completely… but she said it. That’s all that matters in the moment.

“Get the out of my house! Now!” you yell as loud as you can.

“Fine!”

You watch as she runs out of the room. You hear the door slam.

As she sobs hysterically, “ YOU!” is all you hear echo from the hall way.

You realize you’ve broken the most beautiful heart in the world.

She’s beautiful. Even when she looks nothing like herself. Makeup smeared, hair wet, tangled, and in her face. She’s in the bath, smothered in bubbles, laying in the silence,drowning in her thoughts and her mother’s words.

‘It’s disgusting!’

It’s been a week and her mother’s ignored her phone calls… her own mother.

She doesn’t understand… she doesn’t understand why it matters to people at all that she’s gay. She thought she was normal until she saw people in movies get ridiculed for it. For crying out loud, she wasn’t your stereotypical “dyke” with a buzz cut, flannel shirt collection and semi truck driving career. She was homecoming queen and valedictorian! She was a lawyer! She had a home and a career! She helped people for a living! She granted people justice and closure they deserved! She listened to people’s problems and gave advice! She was loved by friends and family. And all because she was a lesbian her mother disowned her? But… she was “normal!”

She began to wonder if her professors and bosses and friends had known that she was gay if she would have gotten as far in life as she had. She began to see that people would never accept her as she was… she’d have to live a lie forever and be told she’s disgusting every day if she spoke the truth about herself. She realized there’s no point in trying any more.

She looks around her bath tub. She glances at the lavish, unnecessary items created to satisfy human greed… towels, a robe, bath beads, skin moisturizer, conditioner, a razor…

She picks up the pink plastic disposable razor and stares at it. She’s planned this but can’t help but be scared. She takes the razor, holds it to her wrist, takes a deep breath, pushes down hard and drags it across her skin fast. She screams in pain and the razor falls from her hand into the soapy, red water. She feels for it as the stinging in her wrist travels up her arm.

She places it under the fresh wound and turns it sideways. Then, with a last burst of emotion, as a single tear trickles from those sad green eyes down her cheek, she pushes down as hard as she can, and screaming as loud as ever in pain, slowly drags the blade up her arm to her inner elbow.

She’s breathing heavy and feeling dizzy… she squeezes the razor in her hand so hard she thinks it’s about to crack in half. Her tub is completely blood red and the smell of rust overpowers her luxurious soaps. She lays her head back and whispers,

“I love you, mom.”

Her grip loosens, and the razor sinks to the bottom of the bloody ocean of sorrow.

She’s beautiful. Weightless and still, finally at peace. Cold, white porcelain skin, green eyes hidden; shut, no longer having to watch pain and suffering in the world. Her long, curly, strawberry blonde hair frames her expressionless face… the face of a fallen angel. As perfect as she ever was, able to exist now in solitude for eternity with no drama and no judgment.

But look! Look at what the world lost. Not even 30 years old and at the peak of her life. Loving friends, the perfect career, a family, someone who loved her, who yes, is a woman, and who lost her everything.

And you… you lost your baby…

You walk up to her coffin where she lays, resting. On the stand next to her eternal bed you set her tiara from homecoming her junior year of high school, a purple rose, a pink butterfly barrette, and a note reading

“You’ll always be my little girl and my princess.

Love,

Mommy”

A Native American woman you’ve never met with ebony skin, long, pin-straight, raven-black hair and deep, thoughtful brown eyes walks up to you.

“She was my soul,” she began.

“I feel like half of my own soul is lying next to her.”

“You must be Krista,” you say.

“I’m sorry…” it’s all you can say.

“Yeah… me, too… I found this when I was cleaning out her room,” she said.

She hands you a folded piece of lined paper, makes eye contact, and walks away.

“Thank you,” you call after her.

She doesn’t look back.

You unfold the paper. It’s creased as if it were at one point crumpled; never intended to be read by anyone.

It’s Jaimie’s handwriting…

“You lied, mom… you said you’d always be here for me. You said you’d love me and support me. You said I could be a rock star or a doctor or a lawyer or an athlete or an artist. You even said I could flip burgers… so I guess I could be anything… accept gay… except who I am… I could have been anything accept Jaimie. You said you’d love me the same no matter what I do. You said all you wanted was for me to be a good person. You said if I was good, you would be, too. You said you’d be the best you could be. You promised. But you lied! I was a good person, mom! I was and you weren’t’! You didn’t support me! I was everything you wanted until you knew my secret! I’m sorry… but I am who I am… and it won’t change…

I love you, mom.

-Jaimie”

You collapse to the floor, shaking and sobbing. You realize you lost your daughter’s life because of cruelty and judgment. You realize she was right… she was the best she could be. She was a good person. She was perfect. And she was happy. You realize you’ll never get her back.

As a single tear runs down your face…

You realize it’s too late.

thanks for reading my story! i'd LOVE feedback and opinons!!

if you liked my story and feel it would help someone, please, feel more than weclome to print it off and give it to them or use it how ever. if this could get around and help people around the world... that would be the most amazing thing i've ever accomplished. i just wrote this in my free time because some kids were debating about it and how "wrong" it is to be gay or bi at school and it hit me that the very kids saying it have no idea that one of their very good friends, a boy at our school, is gay. no idea! he's not a weirdo, he doesn't talk or dress or walk or act differently than any other straight guy at our school. which is why only his closest friends and his parents are the only ones in the world who know. so if you know someone who's ashamed or embarrassed, let them know they're not alone. if you know someone who gets picked on, give this to the person who picks on them. please, spread this story around if you think it will help someone. that's why i wrote it. :)

if you have lost a loved one from a drunk driver copy & paste this on your page. I lost my friend James Unger this year.

Who You’d Be Today by Kenny Chesney

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
Wear the pain like a heavy coat
I feel you everywhere I go
I see your smile, I see your face
I hear you laughing in the rain
Still can't believe you're gone

Why you? Why not someone else? Why not just your dad? I miss you so much my friend. You were so young, so alive when you smiled. Your life was just starting to turn around. You haunt my dreams. Always see your face every time I open my eyes.

Chorus:
It ain't fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
The death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowing no one could take your *place*(instead of 'love away')
Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today

When I was with you having a grand ole time, laughing, smiling I didn’t realize I actually loved you more than a friend should. I love you so much wish I got to hold your hand and feel your lips on mine. I miss you so much it hurts like a knife digging into my heart.

Would you see the world?
Would you chase your dreams?
Settle down with a family?
I wonder, what would you name your babies?
Some days the sky's so blue
I feel like I can talk to you
And I know it might sound crazy

I wonder all the time who you’d be today, standing next to me. Would we be still friends or be together? Would your hair be the same? Would your eyes be the same old brown? Would you have the same sweet smile? Would still joke around with me? All these questions hurt me everyday and each one has a tear tied into them.

Chorus

Today, Today, Today
Today, Today, Today

Sunny days seem to hurt the most
I wear the pain like a heavy coat
The only thing that gives me hope
Is I know I'll see you again someday

Someday, Someday

I can only pray and hope that I get to see you again up in heaven. I still wonder who you’d be today, standing next to me, showing off your sweet smile. I’m so glad to have known you, James. I’ll love you forever.

This is dedicated to my sweet friend James Unger God Bless his soul. 1996-2010. Only 14 years old when God decided to bring him to Heaven. His douchbag drunk of a father was drunk with his kid in the car driving and he was driving craxy and lost control and crashed into a ditch on November 19,2010, Friday night, they both died. Please stop drinking and driving.