Hey all on fanfiction land who happen to read this! Call me Liz. I may be a bit different to some of you because I've gone through a lot of changes in my life, but I'm going to try and get back to writing a bit of fanfiction. :)

IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Don't lie and try to pretend you’re cool... and a lot of the songs fit with the setting

Opening Credits: Everybody's Fool by Evanescence

Waking Up: Runaway by Pink

First Day at School: Single Ladies by Beyonce

Falling In Love: Gypsy Bard (Instrumental) by Sherclop Pones (Not sure on that one)

Fight Song: Looking for Angels by Skillet

Breaking Up: Life Is a Highway by Rascal Flatts

Prom night: Fully Alive by Flyleaf

Life: Girl Next Door by Saving Jane

Mental Breakdown: Sometimes by Skillet

Driving: Stupid Girls by Pink

Flashback: Addicted by Kelly Clarkson

Getting back together: Imperfection by Saving Jane

Wedding: Let the Flames Begin by Paramore

Birth of Child: Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park

Final Battle: F* You by Lily Allen

Funeral Song: Wide Awake by Katy Perry

Final Credits: Teenagers by My Chemical Romance.

Weirdest soundtrack ever.

YOUR GUY SIDE:

You love hoodies.

You love jeans.

Dogs are better than cats.

It's hilarious when people get hurt. (Except when it's serious... then it's not cool)

You've played with/against boys on a team.

Shopping is torture.

Sad movies suck.

You own/ed an X-Box.

Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.

At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.

You own/ed a DS, PS2 or Sega.

You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.

You watch sports on TV.

Gory movies are cool.

You go to your dad for advice.

You own like a trillion baseball caps.

You like going to high school football games.

You used to/do collect football/baseball cards.

Baggy pants are cool to wear.

It's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.

Green, black, red, blue or silver are one of your favourite colours.

You love to go crazy and not care what people think.

Sports are fun.

Talk with food in your mouth.

Sleep with your socks on at night.

TOTAL: 14/25

YOUR GIRL SIDE:

You wear lip gloss/stick.

You love skirts.

Cats are better than dogs.

You love to shop.

You wear eyeliner.

You wear the colour pink.

Go to your mom for advice.

Pink, yellow, orange, purple or gold is one of your favorite colors.

You hate wearing the colour black.

You like hanging out at the shopping centre.

You like getting manicures and/or pedicures. (It's mainly for the massages they give you.)

You like wearing jewelery.

Shopping is one of your favourite hobbies.

You don't like the movie Star Wars.

You were in gymnastics/dance.

It takes you around/more than one hour to shower, get dressed and make-up.

You smile a lot more than you should.

You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.

You care about what you look like.

You like wearing dresses when you can.

You like wearing perfume.

You love the movies.

You used to play with dolls as a little kid.

Like being the star of everything.

You worship fashion magazines.

TOTAL: 10/25

Which Hetalia character are you?

North Italy (Feliciano Vargas)

[x]You were bullied a lot in your childhood.
[x]You adore pasta, pizza, cheese, and fruit.
[x]You're very happy-go-lucky.
[ ]You constantly have a dozy look on your face as if you're always away with the fairies.
[ ]You have a long curly strand of hair that always tends to stick up.
[ ]You're a good artist.
[x]You can be clumsy at times.
[x]You have a friend you always depend upon if you mess up something.
[x]If your life was in danger, you would do the typical Italian thing and say: "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I HAVE RELATIVES IN YOUR COUNTRY!"
[x]You would surrender in a war situation.

(7/10)

Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt)

[ ]You're very stoic and serious.
[x]Sausages are your favourite foods.
[x]You like to walk your dog. (If I had a dog I would walk it all the time.)
[x]Your boss/principal/tutor/home-room teacher is a nut-case.
[ ]You love rules and think they should always be followed to a T.
[x]You think the world would be better if everyone played by the rules.
[x]You work very hard.
[x]Your alone time is your 'happy time'.
[ ]You can appear tough but be very considerate towards people.
[ ]You've had issues with money once or twice.

(6/10)

Japan (Kiku Honda)

[x]You're very mature (Unless I'm with my friends. Then I'm crazy as crap.)
[ ]You think everything over before saying it. (Not at all.)
[ ]You believe in ghosts but aren't phased by the experience when you see one.
[x]You isolated yourself during childhood.
[ ]You became very successful in a short amount of time.
[ ]You are somewhat inexperienced when it comes to the outside world.
[ ]You can seem cold/aloof to other people.
[x]You're good at practical tasks.
[x] You need time to adjust to new people.

(4/10)

The United States of America (Alfred F. Jones)

[x]You love hamburgers.
[ ]You think you're awesome.
[x]You love to invent things.
[x]You love going to the cinema/watching films/making films.
[x]You can seem to be very brash to other people. (To some people, others find me just plain weird.)
[x]You have a tendency to stick your nose into other peoples' business.
[ ]You're terrified of ghosts.
[ ]You know aliens exist.
[ ]You tend to wear a bomber jacket all the time.
[x]You wear glasses.

(6/10)

The United Kingdom of England, Wales, Scotland, and Northern Ireland (Arthur Kirkland)

[ ]You like tea.
[ ]You were quite tough as a kid.
[x]You're very sarcastic and cynical.
[ ]Your cooking is awful.
[x]You love spiritual magical stuff, such as fairies, ghosts...
[x]...But you refuse to believe in aliens.
[ ]You have tried doing black magic before.
[ ]You get drunk quite easily.
[ ]When you are drunk, you tend to be very unhappy.
[ ]You're good at embroidery.

(3/10)

France (Francis Bonnefoy)

[x]You're very affectionate.
[ ]You think you have a great fashion sense.
[ ]You like wine.
[ ]You're the master of whispering romantic things into peoples' ears.
[x]You love red roses.
[ ]When it comes to l'amour, you don't mind men or women.
[ ]You're very proud of yourself.
[x]You love culture and the arts.
[ ]You're very flamboyant.
[ ]You say you're a gourmet .

(3/10)

Russia(Ivan Braginski)

[?]You had a very sad childhood. (I'll let you guys decide that one.)
[ ]You're very tall.
[x]You have a tendency to switch between personalities.
[ ]You wear a scarf all the time.
[ ]You love sunflowers.
[ ]You love vodka.
[ ]You can seem intimidating to other people.
[ ]You're very strong.
[x]You have a big nose.
[x]You have a strange laugh that can scare people.

(3 or 4/10)

China (Wang Yao)

[x]You're very mature. (As said in Japan's thing.)
[ ]You're very superstitious.
[x]You're very religious. (I take my religion VERY seriously.)
[x]You love pandas.
[ ]You love cooking so much that you nag if food has a certain pattern of tastes.
[ ]You love Hello Kitty.
[x]You try to be a role-model for your brothers/sisters/whatever, but are never taken seriously. (Eh sometimes they actually listen.)
[x]You work hard.
[ ]You're good at drawing.
[x]You like sweets .

(6/10)

Austria (Roderich Edelstein)

[x]You are very well-raised. (My parents are doing their best but hey, I still turned out okay.)
[x]You're polite.
[ ]You love classical music.
[x]You like cake.
[x]You have a mole on your face. (Right by my right eye.)
[x]You dedicate your time to your hobbies rather than what needs to be done right away.
[ ]You are a virtuoso/play very well on at least one instrument.
[ ]You've composed music before.
[x]You tend to call people 'morons'
[x]You wear glasses.

(7/10)

Canada (Matthew Williams)

[ ]You're often ignored by people.
[x]You look younger than you actually are.
[ ]You love hockey.
[x]You love polar bears.
[x]You hate fighting.
[ ]You have one strand of curly hair, like Italy.
[ ]You often get mistaken for someone else.
[ ]You feel under-appreciated.
[ ]You're bilingual. (Not yet! XD)
[ ]You always carry a bear with you.

(3/10)

Cuba

[ ]You smoke.
[ ]You're very physically strong.
[ ]You've won a lot of fist-fights.
[ ]In your social circle, there are two brothers - you get along with one, but not with the other.
[x]You have very strong emotions about a variety of topics.
[ ]You like hot weather.
[x]You can be very friendly from time to time.
[ ]You look very tough on the outside.
[x]You make a very nice role-model.
[ ]You don't let people get a word in edgeways.

(3/10)

Hungary (Elizaveta Hédeváry)

[ ]You have a potty-mouth.
[ ]You like to wear flowers in your hair.
[ ]You used to be a very tough kid.
[x]You're very reliable.
[x]It's better to have you as a friend rather than an enemy.
[x]You're very faithful.
[x]Your speech and mannerisms can be considered very unladylike.
[ ]You and your best friend go together like chalk and cheese.
[x]You are graceful one moment and grinning like a maniac the next.
[ ]If someone yells that yaoi is going on somewhere, you will drop everything to run off to go and see it.

(5/10)

Lithuania (Toris Lorinaitis)

[x]You're very loyal.
[ ]You feel like your best friend drags you around a lot, but you both have a great time together.
[ ]You're very serious.
[x]You have a lot of patience.
[x]You think too much about philosophical stuff.
[x]You get depressed when questioning the point of existing/the universe, etc...
[x]You're not very confident.
[ ]You were quite rebellious as a child.
[x]People tend to walk all over you.
[x]You're a born worrier.

(7/10)

Poland (Feliks Lucasiewocz)

[ ]You're very flamboyant.
[x]You're quite hyperactive. (It really depends on what mood I'm in a.k.a most of the time)
[x]You can be quite goofy.
[x]When you're depressed, you tend to rise out of it like a phoenix.
[x]You're very wary of strangers.
[x] It takes you ages to come out of your shell.
[x]However, when you're used to someone, you're very chatty.
[x]You're very forceful and stand at one end of the argument when it comes to your opinions. (I will accept others have different opinions, but I stick to mine like glue.)
[ ]You love pansies and corn-poppies.
[x]You get up to lots of crazy antics.

(8/10)

Prussia (Gilbert Beillschmidt)

[ ]You're quite mean-spirited.
[ ]You're a bit of a hooligan.
[x]You're very loyal.
[x]You're very good at tactics.
[ ]You hate Russia.
[ ]You love to fight people.
[ ]You can avoid marriages quite well.
[x]You're not always taken seriously.
[x]You like drinking. (I like drinking milk 8{D)
[x]You want to become stronger. (Mentally and physically)

(5/10)

Spain (Antonio Fernandez Carriedo)

[ ]You are clueless about things around you.
[ ]You favor the taste of fresh tomatoes.
[x]You're very responsible.
[x]You tend to dramatize over things a lot.
[x]You love churros.
[x]You help people in crisis.
[x]You are quite random.
[x]Somehow, you like bananas.
[x]You often offer food to people.
[ ]You have a sort of unhealthy obsession over a couple of brothers.

(7/10)

South Italy (Lovino Vargas)

[x]You tend to overreact a lot.
[ ]You like to order people around.
[ ]You're a scaredy-cat.
[ ]You curse a lot.
[ ]You go drama depressed when people ignore you.
[x]You tend to blush easily.
[x]You are lazy like hell.
[ ]You love tomatoes a lot.
[x]You fix yourself on stupid matters.
[x]You get defensive at the slightest comment.

(5/10)

So I am Poland... How am I supposed to feel about that? *Not far enough in the series to be properly introduced to poland though I AM part polish.*

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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.''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 after all, 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 with out 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 news paper 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 news paper 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 for ever. 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.

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1) Repost this message and e-mail it, or
2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm BLOND, so I MUST be a ditz
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
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 NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I must be a slut.
I'm BRITISH, so I MUST use funny words all the time.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST say "Eh" every other word.
I'm a GIRL AND I LIKE SPORTS, so I MUST be a total tomboy.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
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 COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & 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 doing them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE, so I must be violent.
I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE, so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER, so I MUST do weed and steal stuff.
I'm a PUNK, so I must only wear black and date only other punks.
I'm ASIAN, so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an 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 couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I read COMICS, so I MUST be a loser.
I draw ANIME, so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL, so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I'm an ONLY CHILD, so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT, so I MUST be weak.
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE.
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser.
I care about the ENVIRONMENT, so MUST be a tree hugging hippy.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast.
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND, so I MUST be Lesbian.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too. (Actually, I used to be, but I've been clean for a long time. :) )
I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.
I like YURI, so I MUST be a lesbian.
I like YAOI, so I must be gay or perverted.
I don't wear MAKEUP, so I MUST look ugly.
I wear makeup, so I must be a slut.
I'm in ORCHESTRA, so I MUST be a geek.
I like SCREAMO music, so I MUST worship the devil.
I play PIANO, so I MUST know how to play every instrument.
I have GLASSES, so I MUST be smart.
I'm QUIET, so I MUST be anti-social.
I don't like CANDY that much, so I MUST not like sweets.
I like TECHNO and INDUSTRIAL, so I MUST go to raves.
I'm SHY, so I MUST be insecure.
I play the VIOLIN, so I MUST be ASIAN.
I can wear a SIZE 0, so I MUST anorexic.
I wanna be a DOCTOR, so I MUST love blood and guts.
I have a great MEMORY, so I MUST be smart.
I have STOLEN, so I MUST be a THEIF.
I have a DEVIANTART, so I MUST want to get discovered.
I hate MYSPACE, so I MUST have no life or friends.
I like to CUSS a lot, so I MUST I have anger issues.
I don't like SCHOOL, so I MUST be STUPID.
I like to CLEAN, so I MUST be a neat freak.
I like to BUY everything I see, so I MUST be a SHOPAHOLIC.
I wear VANS, so I MUST be a SKATEBOARDER.
I wear CONVERSE, so I MUST be PUNK.
I don't go to the MALL, so I MUST not have a LIFE.
I don't like to EAT A LOT, so I MUST be BULIMIC.
I hate CHOCOLATE, so I MUST hate all sweets.
I watch OLD SHOWS, so I MUST be stuck in the past.
I like RAINBOWS, so I MUST be GAY.
I'm OPEN MINED, so I MUST do everything.
I hate RAIN, so I MUST not like water.
I think MILK is disgusting, so I MUST be lactose intolerant.
I like going to RESTAURANTS, so I MUST be fat.
I hate the subject of SEX, so I MUST be prude.
I actually LAUGH during HORROR MOVIES, so I MUST have no SYMPATHY.
I like to BAKE and COOK, so I MUST be FAT.
I think ANIME BOYS are better than REAL BOYS, so I MUST be CRAZY.
I can't stand TWILIGHT, so I MUST be a loser.
I love VAMPIRES, so I MUST be WEIRD.
I have BRACES, so I MUST look like a nerd.
I dislike my BODY, so I MUST have poor SELF IMAGE.
I love KID MOVIES, so I MUST be CHILDISH.

At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping
it all over his lap.

When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him
by never even bothering to practice.

When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to
football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by
jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to
the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.

When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch
certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.

When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion.
You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.

When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.
You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug.
You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.

When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You
thanked him by taking it every chance you could.

When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him
by being on the phone all night.

When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked
him by staying out partying until dawn.

When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus
carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm
so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you
how deeply he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the
country.

When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him. You
thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their
children.

And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came
crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART. If you love your dad, post this on your profile

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 percent of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 percent 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.

"Daddy, it hurts"
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 weren't ugly.
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong.
I can't speak at all
Or else I'm locked up
All day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone.
The house is dark.
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice
So maybe I'll just get one whipping tonight.
I just heard a car.
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse.
My name is called.
I press myself
against the wall.
I try to hide
From his evil eyes.
I'm so afraid now
I'm 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.
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 an 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
sprawled on the floor.
My name is Chris.
I am three.
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
And you can help.
Sickens me to the soul.
And if you read this
And don't pass it on
I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be
One heartless person
To not be affected
By this poem.
And because you are affected
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!

My faith: 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
Feel honored to serve such a leader who loves us...
If you believe in God and Jesus Christ his Son then copy and paste this in your profile

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."

OBITUARY FOR 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 for 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 an 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 Calpol, 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.

Mummy...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
Mummy 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 mummy when I went to school that day, I never said goodbye
I'm sorry mummy I had to go, but mommy please don't cry
When Johnny shot the gun he hit me and another
And all because he got the gun from his older brother
Mummy 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 that I'll be waiting for her now
And tell my wonderful friends that they were always the best
Mummy I'm not the first I'm no better than the rest
Mummy tell my teachers I won't show up for class
And never to forget this and please don't let this pass
Mummy why'd it have to be me no one deserves this
Mummy warn the others, mummy I left without a kiss
And mummy tell the doctors I know they really did try
I think I even saw a doctor trying not to cry
Mummy I'm slowly dying with a bullet in my chest
But mummy please remember I'm in heaven with the rest
Mummy I ran as fast as I could when I heard that crack
Mummy 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
Mummy I wanted to live
But mummy I must go now
The time is getting late
Mummy tell my Chris
I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date
I love you mummy I always have
I know you know it's true
Mummy all I wanted to say is "mummy I love you"
In memory of the Columbian students that were lost
Please if you would
Pass this around
I'd be happy if you could
Don't smash this on the ground
If you pass this on
Maybe people will cry
Just keep this in heart
For the people that didn't get to say "goodbye"
Now you have two choices
1) repost and show you care
2)ignore it and you have just proven you have a low-down, cold-heart
(Please just copy and paste this on to your site and show that you care)

"The Lord is my Light and my Salvation-
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life-
Of whom shall I be afraid?"

(Psalm 27:1) This was my confirmation passage

"In God I trust, I will not be afraid.
What can man do to me?"

(Psalm 36:11)

Female Come Backs
pick up line comebacks, add to it

Man: Where have you been all my life?
Woman: Hiding from you.

Man: Haven't I seen you someplace before?
Woman: Yes, that's why I don't go there anymore.

Man: Is this seat empty?
Woman: Yes, and this one will be if you sit down.

Man: Your place or mine?
Woman: Both. You go to yours, and I'll go to mine.

Man: So, what do you do for a living?
Woman: I'm a female impersonator.

Man: Hey baby, what's your sign?
Woman: Do not enter.

Man: How do you like your eggs in the morning?
Woman: Unfertilized.

Man: Your body is like a temple.
Woman: Sorry, there are no services today.

Man: I would go to the end of the world for you.
Woman: But would you stay there?

Man: If I could see you naked, I'd die happy.
Woman: If I saw you naked, I'd probably die laughing.

Man: If I could rearrange the alphabet I'd put u and i together
Woman: Really, I'd put f and u together

Man: Your eyes they're amazing.
Woman: Seeing your back would be pretty amazing.

Man: I'd like to call you. What's your number?
Woman: It's in the phone book
Man: But I don't know your name
Woman: That's in the phone book too

Man: I know how to please a woman
Woman: Then please leave me alone

Man: I can tell you want me
Woman: Ohhhh, your so right, I want you to leave

Man: "May I have the last dance?"
Woman: "You've just had it."

Girls, repost this as: Female Come Backs
Guys, repost this as: Don't Let This Happen

Mom: Ok you got your backpack?
Me: Yeah.
Mom: Ok do you have your Crack?
Me: *Starts laughing*
Mom: What?
Me: Y-you mean the hair care product?
Mom: Yes.
Me: *Still laughing* Ye-yeah.

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