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I'm 17 ...... Answer me..Please....

Im Bi ,Emo ,and i see things that most people are lucky ,being unable to see....
My name is Rin,
I have done terrible things....
.......Why?.......

Live your life, Die Your way.
......I didnt fear death........

. ......."I'll draw a pretty Picture".......
.....But then... I didn't want to die.....
..... ....."I'll draw it with a Twist"....







........ "I'll draw it with a razor and I'll draw it on my wrist"....
I will never be able to tell my family how i feel.......

I am the girl who is afraid to explore how she feels

I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing obation for his courage.

I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.

We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.

We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gaybash.

I am the transgendered person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant -- and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants /don't/ raise a stink.

I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.

I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.

I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.

I am making a difference. Hate will NOT win.

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 didnt 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 daughter who cries herself to sleep because my parents think I am a freak for being what I am...

I am the boy that Dares to be myself and not worry what others think. I am also the boy that probably won't make it past 25.

My name is Rin

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. ......... "And in this pretty picture a river will appear"....









. ..."A River long and red in which my problems disappear".......

........+You could've been one of us+.......



































....+I could've been a lot of things+......















...And yet...There's a lot of things im not proud of....


ι’м иσт α вιтcн ----- ι נυѕт ℓιкє вєιиg яυ∂є.
ι'м иσт α ѕιииєя ----- ι נυѕт ¢αит ∂σ αиутнιиg яιgнт.
ι'м иσт ∂єρяєѕѕє∂ ----- ι'м נυѕт αℓωαуѕ ѕα∂.
ι'м иσт ¢яуιиg ----- му єуєѕ αяє נυѕт fυℓℓ σf тєαяѕ.
ι’м иσт ℓινιиg ----- ι נυѕт кєєρ вяєαтнιиg.
ι'м иσт ѕтυρι∂ ----- ι נυѕт ∂σи’т gєт ιт.
ι’м иσт тяуιиg ----- ι’νє αℓяєα∂у gινєи υρ.
ι'м иσт ωєιя∂ ----- ι'м נυѕт ∂ιffєяєит.
ι'м иσт α яєвєℓ ----- ι נυѕт ∂σи’т тαкє σя∂єяѕ.
ι'м иσт α вєℓιєνєя ----- ι’νє αℓяєα∂у ℓσѕт нσρє.
ι'м иσт α fυ¢к υρ ----- ι נυѕт мαкє мιѕтαкєѕ.
ι'м иσт ємσтισиαℓ ----- ι נυѕт нανє α ℓσт σf fєєℓιиgѕ.
ι'м иσт α ¢υттєя ----- ι נυѕт fσυи∂ α ωαу тσ gєт яι∂ σf ραιи.
ι'м иσт ℓαυgнιиg ----- ι иєє∂ тσ ѕмιℓє fιяѕт
ι'м иσт ρєяfє¢т ----- ι ∂σи’т ωαит тσ вє.
ι'м иσт ιgиσяιиg ----- ι נυѕт ¢нσσѕє иσт тσ ℓιѕтєи.
ι'м иσт α gσѕѕιρ ----- ι нανє му σωи ℓιfє.
ι'м иσт ιмραтιєит ----- ι נυѕт ∂σи’т ℓιкє тσ ωαιт.
ι'м иσт тσυgн ----- ι נυѕт ∂σи’т тαкє ѕнιт.
ι'м иσт σριиισиαтє∂ ----- ι נυѕт νσι¢є ωнαт ι тнιик.
ι'м иσт qυєѕтισиιиg ----- ι נυѕт нανє му ∂συвтѕ.
ι'м иσт нι∂ιиg ----- ι נυѕт ωαит тσ ∂ιѕαρρєαя.






What the gesture means...

Holding Hands ---"We definitely love each other"
Slap on the Butt ---"That's mine"
Holding on tight ---"I don't want to let go"
Looking into each other's Eyes ---"I just plain love you"
Playing with Hair ---"Tell me you love me"
Arms around the Waist ---"I love you too much to let go"
Laughing while Kissing ---"I am completely Comfortable with you"

--Advice--

Dont ask for a kiss, take one.
*If you were thinking about someone
while reading this,
you're definitely in Love.






For anyone who loves Gerard no matter what color his hair was.
For anyone who loves that Pansy Frank and was worried when he got sick.
For anyone who has ever fantasied about playing with Ray's hair.
For anyone who got worried when Bob got burnt.
For anyone who cried every single time Gerard got drunk or high.
For anyone who bought MCR's new ablum the very second they could and protect it with their lives.
For anyone who can't watch The Ghost Of You without crying when Mikey gets shot.
For anyone who isn't okay.
For anyone who loves My Chemical Romance with ALL of their black little hearts.
For anyone who didn't just listen to their music, but their lyrics too.
For anyone who thinks they'll die alone.
For anyone who wanted to jump up on stage just to give them hugs.
For anyone who wanted to meet them just to say 'Thank you'
For anyone who wanted them for their advice, not their money
For anyone who wants to say 'I love you' without any remorse.
For anyone who is sick of having their heart broken, or getting hurt.
For anyone who can honestly say that MCR saved their lives.
For anyone who gets exited when someone says "Gerard, Frankie, Bob, Mikey, or Ray."
For anyone who gets exited when someone says "My Chemical Romance or MCR."
For anyone who says I am My Chemical Romance with pride, and with honesty
For anyone who will repost this, and actually take the time.
For anyone who is a True MCR fan
For anyone who has had a relative say, "Please no more MCR today!"
For anyone who gets excited/ hyper when they see a random person wearing an MCR shirt down town.
For anyone who will go across the country to see a My Chemical Romance Concert.
For enyone who really listens to them.
For every one who dont know where they'd be with out them,
For every one whos lives changed the moment they heard one song
For every one who would hold a funeral procession at school if MCR broke up

THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

Repost this if you are a true fan of MCR



HATE EMO?

READ THIS:

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

Isnt it funny that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone

are you laughing?

Isnt it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more s**t from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

Isnt it funny that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

im not laughing

Its so funny that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

Isnt it funny that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS

keep on laughing

Isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life

without knowing her situation with her friends

or her family

or her LIFE

BRAVE ISNT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH

OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS

GOING TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE PRICKS AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES

ITS LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT

ITS GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET

ITS KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE

ITS ANOTHER DAY OF B*TCHING AND DODGING RUMORS

keep on laughing
if you agree put this on ur blog
and advise others to do so
screw THE EMO HATERS

Goths:
*Don't always wear black
*Don't worship Satan
*Are NOT evil
*Do not want to kill people
*Do not hate everybody
*Are not always depressed
*Can be happy too
*Are usually nice people
*Are normal, just like you

[if you suport goths or are one add this to your page]

Emos:
*Don’t cut them self to get attention
*Don’t always cry
*Sometimes cry because they hurt
*Are not all bisexual
*Want to be included
*Are not babies
*Don’t always date emos
*Don't lable
*Want to be happy just like others

[if you suport emos or are emo add this to you page]



What you may think of me is wrong. What you don't think of me is right. But the moment you start thinking about what it is that you shouldn't be thinking about me it becomes wrong.
I'm emo, so I must cut my wrists.
I'm black, so I must carry a gun.
I'm Hispanic, so I must be dirty.
I'm Asian, so I must be smart.
I'm Jewish, so I must be greedy.
I'm gay, so I must have AIDS.
I'm a lesbian, so I must have a sex-tape.
I'm Arab, so I must be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, SO I MUST BE A b*tch.
I'm overweight, so I must have a problem with self control.
I'm religious, so I must shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm an atheist, so I must hate the world.
I DON'T HAVE A RELIGION, SO I MUST NOT HAVE MORALS.
I'm Republican, so I must not care about poor people.
I'm Democrat, so I must not believe in being responsible.
I'm Jamaican, so I must smoke weed.
I'm Liberal, so I must be gay.
I'm Southern, so I must be white trash.
I take anti-depressants, so I must be crazy.
I'm a guy, so I must only want to get into your pants.
I'm Irish, so I must have a bad drinking problem.
I'm Indian, so I must own a convenient store.
I'm Native American, so I must dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm preppy, so I must shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm a cheerleader, so I must be a stuck up b*tch.
I'm on a dance team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a b*tch.
I wear skirts a lot, so I must be a sl*t.
I'm a punk, so I must do drugs.
I'M YOUNG, SO I MUST BE NAIVE.
I'M RICH, SO I MUST BE A CONCEITED SNOB.
I WEAR BLACK, SO I MUST BE A GOTH.
I'm blonde, so I must be a stupid ditz.
I'M A WHITE GIRL, SO I MUST BE A NAGGING, STEAL-YOUR-MONEY KIND OF GIRLFRIEND.
I'm Cuban, so I must spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm Mexican, so I must have hopped the border.
I'm not a virgin, so I must be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, SO I MUST BE A HOME-WRECKING *b*tch*.
I'm a teenage mum, so I must be an irresponsible wh*re.
I'm Polish, so I must wear my socks with my sandals.
I'm Italian, so I must have a big peter.
I got a car for my birthday, so I must be a spoiled brat.
I'm pretty, so I must not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, SO I MUST HAVE NO SOCIAL LIFE.
I dye my hair crazy colours, so I must be looking for attention.
I dress in unusual ways, so I must be looking for attention.
I'm into theatre art, so I must be a homosexual.
I'm a vegetarian, so I must be a crazy political activist.
I have a bunch of guy friends, so I must be f*cking them all.
I have a bunch of girls who are friends, so I must be gay.
I have big boobs, so I must be a wh*re
I'm Colombian, so I must be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, SO I MUST BE A POSER.
I'm Russian, so I must be cool.
I'm German, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with gays, so I must be gay too.
I'm Brazilian, so I must have a big butt.
I'm Puerto Rican, so I must look good and be conceited.
I'm Salvadorian, so I must be in MS 13.
I'm Polish, so I must be greedy.
I'm Hawaiian, so I must be lazy.
I'm a stoner, so I must be going in the wrong direction.
I'm a virgin, so I must be a prude.
I'm a female gamer, so I must be ugly or crazy.
I'm black, so I must love watermelon and fried chicken and Kool Aid.
I'M BI, SO I MUST THINK EVERY PERSON I SEE IS HOT.
I'm Asian, so I must have a small penis.
I'm a guy cheerleader, so I must be gay.
I'm skinny, so I must be anorexic.
I'm prep, so I must be rich.
I DON'T FLIRT WITH GUYS AT SCHOOL, SO I MUST BE GAY.
I don't like the sun, so I must be albino.
I have a lot of friends, so I must love to drink and party.
I wear tight pants and I'm a guy, so I must be emo.
I wear boy's clothes, so I must be a lesbian.
I'm posting this, so I must be a groupie.

~*Post this in your profile if you think stereotyping is just plain wrong*~



OBITUARY OF 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 and 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 Tylenol, 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



92% of teens have moved onto rap. If your are part of the 8% that still listen to real music then put this on your page.


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For me, crazy is a loose term. Crazy is when you stare at a pencil and laugh when someone asks you just what you find so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour long sob-fest, then start singing and dancing when your favorite song plays. Crazy is when you do or say a totally random thing, like "do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or start having a thumbwar with yourself (i find that i am a very tough opponent). So if you're crazy, copy this onto your profile.

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

Ninety-five percent of the kids out there are concerned with being popular and fitting in. If you're part of the five percent who aren't, copy this, put it in your profile, and add your name to the list. AnimeKittyCafe, Hyperactivley Bored, Gem W, Bara-Minamino, Yavie Aelinel, IwuvMyKenshyPoo, Heidiplease, iNsOmNiAc BiLlIe JoE lOvEr, Black Panther Warrior,Mina the Mischevious, SnowNeko, KylaMizuki, SkyeEyesSparkle7135, Ms.Misery.SouthernSecrets15. ChristinaXCuriosity, SecretButterfly, SilverRain09, Blood.Stained.Tears, Flightless Wings, Natakins1025, idontn0, xXxBloody13xXx






We're a Dying Breed

To every guy that's said, "Sex CAN wait"
To every guy that's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her.
To every guy that gives flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just because.
To every guy that said he would die for her.
To every guy that really would.
To every guy that took time to do what she wanted to do.
To every guy that she cried in front of.
To every guy that holds hands with her.
To every guy that kisses her with meaning.
To every guy that hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy that hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy that calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy that would sit and wait for her for hours
just to see her for ten minutes.
To every guy that would give his seat up.
To every guy that just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful
no matter what.
To every guy who told his secrets to her.
To every guy that tried to show how much he cared
through every word and every breath.
To every guy that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every guy that believed in her dreams.
To every guy that would have done anything
so she could achieve them.
To every guy that never laughed at her
when she told him her dreams.
To every guy that walked her to her car.
To every guy that gave his heart.
To every guy who prays that she is happy
even if you are not with her.

...This one bulletin is for you...

Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...

i guarantee 90% of the men on your page will not repost this because they care more about their image

If you are a nice guy repost this with "We're a Dying Breed "

If you are a girl that thinks every guy should treat a girl this way
repost this with: "To Every Guy...







Abortion is Wrong!!

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 girl !! 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!! No . . .

Month Seven
Mommy, I'm not okay. I'm dead, how could you be so mean? 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. Take this and if you have a heart, place this on your page.



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FRIENDS: FAKE OR REAL????

FAKE FRIENDS: try to make you do something you don't want to
REAL FRIENDS: are the reason you don't have regrets
FAKE FRIENDS: call your parents Mr./Mrs.
REAL FRIENDS: call your parents DAD/MOM
FAKE FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong
REAL FRIENDS: would sit next to you saying "Dang.... we screwed up... but that crap was fun!"
FAKE FRIENDS: never ask for food
REAL FRIENDS: are the reasons you never have food
FAKE FRIENDS: borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back
REAL FRIENDS: keep you stuff so long they forget it's yours
FAKE FRIENDS: know a few things about you
REAL FRIENDS: could write a book about you with direct quotes from you
FAKE FRIENDS: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
REAL FRIENDS: will kick the whole crowds but that left you
FAKE FRIENDS: would knock on your front door
REAL FRIENDS: walk right in and scream " Hey!! I'M HOME!!"
FAKE FRIENDS: are for awhile
REAL FRIENDS: are for life
FAKE FRIENDS: will take your drink away when they think you've had enough
REAL FRIENDS:will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Drink the rest of that you know we don't waste nothin!
FAKE FRIENDS: will talk crap to the person who talks crap about you
REAL FRIENDS: will knock them out
FAKE FRIENDS: would ignore this
REAL FRIENDS: will send this to all their real friends and hope to get it back



"I dont care what you think as long as its about me." Fall out boys



92% of American teens today would die if Abercrombie & Fitch said it wasn't cool to breathe anymore. If you're part of the 8% that would be laughing their asses off, put this in your profile...

"Too often, we lose sight of life's
simple pleasures. Remember, when
someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles
in your face to frown, BUT, it only takes
4 muscles to extend your arm
and bitch-slap that mother@#$*!&
up-side the head."



Mommy... 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.
Mommy, 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 Mommy, when I went school that day,
I never said good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry. When Johnny shot
the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, 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; I'll be waiting for her now, And
tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best; Mommy, I'm not
the first, I'm no better than the rest.
Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest. Mommy I ran as
fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, 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, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Chris, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true, And Mommy all
I wanted to say is,"Mommy, I love you."



***In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost***.

Eight Weeks
At eight to nine weeks the eyelids have begun forming and hair appears. By the ninth and tenth weeks the preborn child sucks her thumb, turns somersaults, jumps, can squint to close out light, frown, swallow, and move her tongue.

At this early stage of development, suction abortions are performed using a smaller tube, requiring little dilation of the cervix. This is called "menstrual extraction." However, if all the fetal remains are not removed, infection results, requiring full dilation of the cervix and a scraping out of the womb.

Suction Aspiration
This is the most common method of abortion during the first 12 weeks of pregnancy. General or local anaesthesia is given to the mother and her cervix is quickly dilated. A suction curette (hollow tube with a knife-edged tip) is inserted into the womb. This instrument is then connected to a vacuum machine by a transparent tube. The vacuum suction, 29 times more powerful than a household vacuum cleaner, tears the fetus and placenta into small pieces which are sucked through the tube into a bottle and discarded.

Dilation and Curettage (D&C)
This method is similar to the suction method with the added insertion of a hook shaped knife (curette) which cuts the baby into pieces. The pieces are scraped out through the cervix and discarded [Note: This abortion method should not be confused with a therapeutic D&C done for reasons other than pregancy.]

At Twelve Weeks
By the end of the third month all arteries are present, including the coronary vessels of the heart. Blood is circulating through these vessels to all body parts.

The heart beat ranges during this fetal period from 110 to 160 beats per minute. All blood cells are produced by the liver and spleen, a job soon taken over by the bone marrow. White blood cells, important for immunity, are formed in the lymph nodes and thymus.

Vocal chords are complete, and the child can and does sometimes cry (silently). The brain is fully formed, and the child can feel pain. The fetus may even suck his thumb. The eyelids now cover the eyes, and will remain shut until the seventh month to protect the delicate optical nerve fibers.


14 weeks: Muscles lenghten and become organized. The mother will soon start feeling the first flutters of the baby kicking and moving inside.

15 weeks: The fetus has an adult's taste buds and may be able to savor the mother's meals.

16 weeks: Five and a half inches tall and only six ounces in weight, eyebrows, eyelashes and fine hair appear. The child can grasp with his hands, kick, or even somersault.

At Eighteen Weeks
The fetus is now about 5 inches long. The child blinks, grasps, and moves her mouth. Hair grows on the head and body.

20 weeks: The child can hear and recognize mother's voice. Though still small and fragile, the baby is growing rapidly and could possibly survive if born at this stage. Fingernails and fingerprints appear. Sex organs are visible. Using an ultrasound device, the doctor can tell if the child is a girl or a boy. The one on the left is a baby girl.

Dilation and Evacuation (D&E)
This method is used up to 18 weeks' gestation. Instead of the loop-shaped knife used in D&C abortions, a pair of forceps is inserted into the womb to grasp part of the fetus. The teeth of the forceps twist and tear the bones of the unborn child. This process is repeated until the fetus is totally dismembered and removed. Usually the spine must be snapped and the skull crushed in order to remove them.

Salt Poisoning (Saline Injection):
Used after 16 weeks (four months) when enough fluid has accumulated. A long needle injects a strong salt solution through the mother's abdomen into the baby's sac. The baby swallows this fluid and is poisoned by it. It also acts as a corrosive, burning off the outer layer of skin. It normally takes somewhat over an hour for the baby to die from this. Within 24 hours, labor will usually set in and the mother will give birth to a dead or dying baby. (There have been many cases of these babies being born alive. They are usually left unattended to die. However, a few have survived and later been adopted.)

At Six Months
Seen here at six months, the unborn child is covered with a fine, downy hair called lanugo. Its tender skin is protected by a waxy substance called vernix. Some of this substance may still be on the child's skin at birth at which time it will be quickly absorbed. The child practices breathing by inhaling amnionic fluid into developing lungs.


Prostaglandin Chemical Abortion
This form of abortion uses chemicals developed by the Upjohn Pharmaceutical Co. which cause the uterus to contract intensely, pushing out the developing baby. The contractions are more violent than normal, natural contractions, so the unborn baby is frequently killed by them -- some have even been decapitated. Many, however, have also been born alive.

Hysterotomy or Caesarean Section
Used mainly in the last three months of pregnancy, the womb is entered by surgery through the wall of the abdomen. The technique is similar to a Caesarean delivery, except that the umbilical cord is usually cut while the baby is still in the womb, thus cutting off his oxygen supply and causing him to suffocate. Sometimes the baby is removed alive and simply left in a corner to die of neglect or exposure.

At 30 Weeks
For several months, the umbilical cord has been the baby's lifeline to the mother. Nourishment is transferred from the mother's blood, through the placenta, and into the umbilical cord to the fetus. If the mother ingests any toxic substances, such as drugs or alcohol, the baby receives these as well.

32 weeks: The fetus sleeps 90-95% of the day, and sometimes experiences REM sleep, an indication of dreaming.

Partial-Birth Abortion
Five steps to a partial birth abortion:

Guided by ultrasound, the abortionist grabs the baby's legs with forceps.

The baby's leg is pulled out into the birth canal.

The abortionist delivers the baby's entire body, except for the head.

The abortionist jams scissors into the baby's skull. The scissors are then opened to enlarge the skull.

The scissors are removed and a suction catheter is inserted. The child's brains are sucked out, causing the skull to collapse. The dead baby is then removed.

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A girl and guy were speeding, on a motorcycle, over 90 mph on the road..
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even though it meant that he would die.



=Girl: Do I ever cross your mind
Boy: No
Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: No
Girl: Do you want me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you cry if I left?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you live for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Would you do anything for me?
Boy: No
Girl: Choose— me or your life
Boy: My life

The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says...

The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind.
The reason why I don't like you is because I love you.
The reason I don't want you is because I need you.
The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is because I would die if you left.
The reason I wouldn't live for you is because I would die for you.
The reason why I'm not willing to do anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.



My name is Chris
I am 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 werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.

When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car

My daddy is back
From Chariles bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called

I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes

Im so afraid now
I starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,

I finally get free
And run to the door
Hes 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,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late

His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again

O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor

My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me

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HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG!

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 didnt 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.

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