¡Hola! Entraste al perfil de "I'mCruelAndPretty", no tengo ni idea para qué, pero eso no es de mi incumbencia. Sigamos.

Veamos, ¿algo sobre ella?

Bueno es una chica, (en estos días uno quien sabe) y es adolescente, (eso explica bastante, ¿no?).

Sus emociones son una montaña rusa. Un momento ella puede estar sumamente feliz, que el mundo es de color rosa, blah blah blah, y luego el mundo es un asco, todo es deprimente y nada vale la pena en la vida. Cambiante, sí que es una buena palabra.

Sus colores favoritos son el amarillo y el negro, porque representan sus emociones. (Amarillo, la felicidad y jovialidad, y el Negro, tristeza y decepción).

Tiene una boca... mejor dicho, lo que sale de su boca, (y no, no es saliva, bueno sí a veces, pero eso no es el punto) tiene un vocabulario tan colorido. El 78% de lo que dice son groserías, en inglés o español. Pero aún así sabe muchas palabras "sofisticadas" y como sus amigos dicen "tiene un diccionario en la cabeza".

Por cierto, si esperaban que les diga su estatura, cuanto pesa, su color de ojos, su color de cabello, no lo haré. Si sólo buscaban eso, pueden mover la flecha del mouse y apretar la "x". Adiós.

Eso era todo, creo. Lean sus historias si quieren, eso la hace feliz.

Hey there, it's me.

Well, I think you want to know me, right? Well, here is some stuff about me.

I speak English and Spanish. Spanish is my first language, so in English my stories wouldn't be that good, that's why I'm looking for a Beta-Reader; my old one, this beautiful person, can't help me anymore, but I appreaciate her effort anyway; TaylorPaige24 and her stories are just awesome, amazing, fantastic, and other good adjectives. Go read them!

If you just came here for know how I look, you are not going to know, sorry. But you still can go and close this page.

"A lot of truth is said in jest." — Eminem.

"I am who I am and I say what I think. I'm not putting a face on for the record." — Eminem.

"Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it's broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker's reflection."— Lady Gaga.

"They can't scare me, if I scare them first." — Lady Gaga.

"Got my middle finger up — I don't really give a fuck." — Rihanna.

"The hottest bitch in heels right here." — Rihanna

I think that's it, read my stories if you want to. I'd love you guys if you do that.

READ THIS:

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working on the corner because no one will hire a transsexual women.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother's hand through the pain, 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 in my 27 partner into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the most loving family I 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 3 weeks, and in another year, I'll be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks after graduating high school. It was simply too much to bare.
We are the couple who have the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom to go into so no one will call management.
I am the mother not allowed to see her children that I gave birth to, nursed and raised because the court says I'm an unfit mother since I live with another women.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who suddenly had the support system go cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner was also a women.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who had no support because I am a male.
I am the father who never hugged his own son in fear of showing affection for another male.
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 when they realized I was a transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I did not always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped going to church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their door on my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what the world needs, love.
I am the person who is afraid to tell his Christian parents that he loves another male.

RE-POST IF YOU BELIEVE HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG.
There aren't enough supporters! The world survives on love, yet we reject it? Spread the word!

Gay marriage:
1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.
2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.
3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.
4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.
5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.
6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.
7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.
8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.
9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.
10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans...
--Repost this if you believe in legalizing gay marriage

friends will help you when you're lost

best friends will be giving you bad directions and screwing with your compass

friends will go with you to a concert

best friends will be helping you kidnap the band

friends will hide you from the cops

your best friend is probably the reason they're after you

FRIENDS: never ask for food
BEST FRIENDS:are the reason your cabinets are emty
FRIENDS: will bail you out of jail
BEST FRIENDS:will be sitting next to you in the jail cell saying "Dude that was AWSOME!!"
FRIENDS: will knock on your front door
BEST FRIENDS: will walk right in and scream, "I'M HOME!"
FRIENDS: will borrow your stuff for a few days than return it
BEST FRIENDS: has a closet full of your stuff for so long they forgotten its yours
FRIENDS: will leave when they feel insulted
BEST FRIENDS: will forgive you even if you don't know what they said wrong
FRIENDS: are for a little while
BEST FRIENDS: are for life
FRIENDS:Lend you their umbrella
BEST FRIENDS:Take yours and say 'RUN BITCH RUN!'
FRIENDS:Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS:Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
FRIENDS:Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS:Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
FRIENDS:Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS:Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS:Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS:Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
FRIENDS:Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS:Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you
FRIENDS:You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS:Already know not to tell.
FRIENDS:Are only through high school/college. (aka: drinking buddies)
BEST FRIENDS:Are for life.
FRIENDS:Will confort you when the guy rejects you
BEST FRIENDS:Will go up to him and say 'its becuase your gay isn't it?'
FRIENDS:Would ignore this letter
BEST FRIENDS:Will repost this crap!

A good friend will buy you a pregnancy test,

A best friend will be standing outside the bathroom door screaming, "NAME IT AFTER ME!!"

A good friend picks you up when you fall down.

A best friend picks you up, then trips you again.

My best friend and I have been best friends forever, but we were always different than other girls. They chased boys to kiss them, we chased boys to tackle, capture, and make them eat dirt. They played dress-up, we played fight the invisible monster. They created the Cheetah Girls Club, and excluded other girls. We created a magic club and screamed at anyone who came too close. They talked to each other, we talked to trees. They painted nails, we practiced spells. Now that we are older (and a bit more social) we are still different. We stand up for the losers, what's right, and the other rejects like us. We say what we think, and we don't care what others say! Repost this if you are like us and stand out!

If you know your best friend is for life without a doubt, copy this onto your profile.

She's my best friend. Break her heart, and I'll break your face

Children seldom misquote you. They usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.

Calling me STUPID won't make you SMART,

Calling me WEAK won't make you STRONG,

Calling me UGLY won't make you PRETTY,

Calling me POOR won't make you RICH,

Calling me FAT wont make you PERFECT,

Calling me UNCOOL wont make you COOL,

So why bother?

Repost if you hate bullying!

I'M A GREASER GIRL!
A GREASY, GREASY GREASY GIRL!
I'M TUFF, I'M LOUD,
AND DAMNIT, I'M PROUD!

Socials may be large, Socials may be rough,
But man, oh man, them Greasers are tuff.
Socials got Mustangs, Socials got cash,
But I heart Greasers who role in trash.
Greasers are great, Greasers are bold.
Put on you converse and Stay Gold!

PLEASE READ.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

If you HATE child abusing like me copy and paste this to your profile.

My name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot see,

I must be stupid

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my mommy

Would still want to hug me.

I can't speak at all

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All the day long

When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.

When my mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight

Don't make a sound!

I just heard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.

I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.

I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.

He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.

He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.

"I'm sorry!", I scream

But 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.

Child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!

When you were 5, your mom gave you an ice-cream cone. You thanked her by yelling at her that it's the wrong kind.
When you were 9, your mom drove you from swimming to soccer 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 paid 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 thaned her by talking on the phone all night.
When you were 14, your mom paid 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 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 college. You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn't have to in front of your friends.
When you were 26, your mom paid 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 are to their children.
Then on night she died quietly and everything you did came crashing down on you.

If you love your mom, copy and paste this in your profile. If you don't, then you won't care if your mom dies, will you?

Juego de Gemelas

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Admitir que eres rara significa que eres normal. Decir que eres normal es extraño. Si admites que eres rara y te gusta, copia esto en tu perfil.

No tiene nada de malo discutir contigo misma. Si discutes contigo y misma y PIERDES es raro. Si estás de acuerdo copia y pega esto en tu perfil.

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93 por ciento de los adolescentes tendrían una crisis emocional severa si alguien los llamara freak. Si tu eres parte del 7 por ciento que le preguntaría a la persona, "¿Cuál fue tu primera pista?" copia y pega esto en tu perfil.

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Ese es mi perfil, ¿se aburrieron? Ustedes se lo buscaron. ¿Se divirtieron? Frikis, sólo bromeo. Gracias por visitar mi perfil, bye.