BULLY COMEBACKS: REPOST THIS IF YOUR AGAINST BULLYING!

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Favorite songs/artists :)

1. pracila ahn
2. O.A.R
3. Chris Daugherty
4. Neon trees
5. A fine frenzy
6. Ron pope
7. AWOL hearts Dan_Rodriguez
8. James Blunt
9. The cab
10. Parachute she( for Liz) my favorite
11. Seather broken(feat. Amy Lee)
12. OneRepublic all we are
13. Kris Allen apologize
14. Pompeii-Bastille
15. Meant to live switchfoot
16. One day LUKE POTTER

FRIENDS/BEST FRIENDS

Okay so this is so true about me...

I AM THE GIRL

I am the girl that doesn't go to school dances, or games, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on MySpace, Twitter, Facebook because i just don't see the appeal. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain. BUT I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird (it's a compliment),who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one else seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with Harry Potter and Alex Rider, who can express herself better with words than actions, who doesn't need a guy to complete her (yet it would be nice) and knows the importance of the little things.

Month One

Mommy I am only 4 inches long but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
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, copy and paste this into your profile.

Abortion is murder, if you strongly believe that, copy and paste it into your profile

When you were 5, your mom gave you a ice cream cone. You thank her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.

When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming class to soccer and one birthday party to another. You thanked her by slamming the door and never looking back.

When you were 10, your mom payed for piano classes. You thanked her by never coming to class.

When you were 12, your mom was waiting for a very important call. You thanked her by talking on the phone all night.

When you were 14, your mom payed for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by not bothering to write a single letter.

When you were 16, your mom taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you got.

When you were 17, your mom drove you to the mall and gave you her credit card. You thanked her by maxing it out.

When you were 18, your mom cried at your high school graduation. You thanked her by partying until dawn.

When you were 20, your mom drove you to collage. You thanked her by saying good-bye to her outside the drom so you wouldn't have to say bye in front of your friends.

When you were 26, your mom payed for your wedding. You thanked her by moving halfway across the world.

When you were 30, your mom fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents became to children.

Then, one day, she quietly died and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If YOU love your mom, re-post this and if you don't, you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

Her name was Auroura

She was only five

This is what happened

When she was alive

Her dad was a drunk

Her mom was an addict

Her parents kept her

Locked in an attic

Her only friend was a little toy bear

It was old and worn out

And had patches of hair

She always talked to it

When no one's around

She lays there and hugs it

Not a peep of sound

Until her parents unlock the door

Some more and more pain

She'll have to endore

A bruise on her leg

A scar on her face

Why would she be

In such a horrible place?

But she grabs her bear

And softly crys

She loves her parents

But they want her to die

She sits in the corner

Quiet but thinking,

" God, why? Why is My life always sinking? "

Such a bad life

For a sad little kid

She'd get beaten and beaten

For anything she did

Then one night

Her mom came home high

The poor child was hit and slapped

As hours went by

Then her mom suddenly

Grabbed for a blade

It was sharp and pointy

One that she made

She thrusted the blade

Right in her chest, " You deserve to die You worthless pest! "

The mom walked out

Leaving the girl slowly dying

She grabbed her bear

And again started crying

Police showed up

At the small little house

They quickly barged in

Everything was as quiet as a mouse

One officer slowly

Opened a door

To find the sad little girl

Lying on the floor

It must have been bad

To go through so much harm

But at least she died

With her best friend in her arms

If you hate child abuse then re-post this on your profile.

I went to a party,
And remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I had a sprite instead.

I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right.
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight..

I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece.
I never knew what was coming, Mom,
Something I expected least.

Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk, Mom, his voice seems far away.

My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry...
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die.

I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high.
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die.

So why do people do it, Mom
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives.

Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom
Tell daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven,
Put ' Mommy's Girl' on my grave.

Someone should have taught him,
That it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter,
Mom I'm getting really scared
These are my final moments,
And I'm so unprepared.

I wish that you could hold me Mom,
As I lie here and die..
I wish that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'
So I love you and good-bye.

Re-Post if you are against Drunk Driving

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 it’s 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.

Re-Post if your against Child abuse

95 of teens would cry if they saw the Jonas Brothers Miley Cyrus The Highschool Musical cast at the top of a skyscraper about to jump. Copy and paste this EVERYWHERE if you are in the 5 that would get some popcorn, get a nice seat, than start chanting "JUMP MOTHER FUCKERS, JUMP MOTHER FUCKERS, JUMP FUCKERS!!"

COPY AND PASTE THIS TO YOUR PROFILE IF YOU

If you have ever tripped up the stairs.

If you have an insane best friend, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you are random and proud of it, copy and paste this to your profile. Orange

If you have ever wanted to slap someone(I HAVE...AT MY SCHOOL...ALSO GOT AN AMAZING AMOUNT OF DETENTIONS FOR IT TOO) , copy and paste this to your profile.

92 of the teenage population would die if Orlando Bloom said it wasn't cool to breath. Put this in your profile if you're part of the 8 that would be laughing your carcass off.

If you actually take the time to read other peoples profiles, copy this to yours.

If you have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile

If you know (a) video game character(s) or video game weapon(s) that need(s) to exist, copy and paste this to your profile.

If you have embarrassing memories that make you want to smack yourself copy this into your profile.

If you think those kids should just give the Rabbit his cereal put this in your profile!

If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile

If you've ever wondered what you are like in another dimension, copy and paste this in your profile.

No event is complete without theme music. If you have ever started humming/singing your own theme music, copy and paste this into your profile.

98 percent of teenagers do or have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who hasn't, copy & paste this in your profile.

If you have ever run into a door, copy this into your profile.

If you have ever run into a tree, copy this to your profile!

If you know someone who should be run over by a bus, copy this to your profile

If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull or vice versa copy this into your profile

If you believe in world peace, paste this in your profile.

If you believe in recycling, paste this in your profile.

If you sing in the shower, paste this in your profile.

If you walk into freezer doors even when you tell yourself not to, talk to people who have long walked away, or manage to trip over air, paste this in your profile.

If your best friends are fictional, paste this in your profile.

If your dating a fictional character, example: Alex Rider, paste this in your profile.

98 percent of people would have a mental break down if the Jonas Brothers jumped off a bridge ...copy and paste this in your profile if your the 2 that would bring popcorn and a video camera.

Most people are like slinkies: lousy good for nothings but tons-o-fun when you shove them down 3 flights of stairs.

If you're one of the two percent of people who still love to rock and roll, paste this in you profile.

If you have your own little world, copy and paste this into your profile