Hey! I created this account to be able to write something now and then. If i remember- mostly i'll be reading. ;-)

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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 what you are doing that is so interesting about the eraser. Crazy is when you have an hour-long sob fest, and then start singing and dancing when your favorite song comes on. Crazy is when you do or say a completely random thing, like "Do you ever wonder where the eraser bits go?" or having a thumbwar with yourself. Crazy is when you type up all your favorite sayings, print them off and tape them to your wall, just for something to do. Crazy is when you laugh for no reason at all. Crazy is when you're eating cereal, and you put the cereal in the fridge, and the milk in the pantry... Crazy is when you love a TV show or book so much you literally go to EVERY website Google, Yahoo and AskJeeves has given you when you type its name in the search box. Crazy is when you are watching a pokemon movie and are crying then start laughing and then start crying again. Crazy is when you are so obsessed with something that they have to threaten to send you to an insane asylum, then you go through withdrawal symptoms when they take your fix away. Crazy is when you are so in love with fanfiction that if no-one reminded you, you'd forget to eat. Crazy is when you set up an account at fanfiction because you want to write, and then forget all about it because you get so caught up reading others' stories. If you're crazy, copy this onto your profile and add something crazy you've done to the list

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

My best friend is insane, if you agree or if you have an insane friend then copy this to your profile.
If you have ever tripped over your own feet, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever pushed on a door that said pull copy this into your profile.
If, for no warning, you have laughed during a movie part that wasn't funny, put this in your profile.
If at one time you misspelled or forgot how to spell a word less than four letters, copy and paste this onto 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 have ever had a mad laughing fit for absolutely no reason, copy and paste this into your profile.
If you have ever tripped over air, copy this into your profile.

Men are like a deck of cards...
You need a HEART to love him,
You need a DIAMOND to marry him,
You need a CLUB to bash his f-ing head in,
You need a SPADE to bury the bastard.
If you feel like this then copy & paste this in your profile

You know you are obsessed with fanfiction when...
1.) You go through withdrawal symptoms when you can't get your 'fix' for the day.
2.) You get extremly upset when someone interrupts you when you are reading.
3.) You forget to eat.
4.) You confuse fanfiction with reality.
5.) You sometimes feel the urge to talk to your friends about something one of the characters did in the story.
If you are obsessed with fanfiction copy this into your profile and add anything you may feel falls into this category.

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This story is about a little girl that was abused. If you care about it, please copy and paste it 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! Let us help those kids that are abused. We CAN make a diffence!

Please read this

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 did not 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 who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Re-post this if you believe homophobia is wrong. Please do your part to end it