Hi, I'm Anonymous452 but you can call me 452, Anonymous, and Anony. I love x-men evolution, it's my most favorite thing in the entire world. I write angst, drama, romance, and the occasional comedy. Very, very shy. I have absolutely no idea of what I am going to tell you next. Hetalia... Hetalia.. Hetalia is my newly found love and i can now name more countries than my dad! my favorite characters from their respective shows are as followed: PYRO, Gambit, and Colossus (xmen evolution), Giriko and Eruka Frog (soul eater), Lock, Shock ,and Barrel (the nightmare before christmas), and Austria, Russia, England, Latvia, Switzerland, and Prussia (Hetalia), and lastly Gaara! (Naruto)!!! THOSE ARE MY LOVELIES! Hope you enjoyed! Thank you for reading. *runs away and hides under bed*

Music is my life. Put this if you listen to real music. To REAL music.
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Open up Microsoft Word. Put the font on 42, and type in Q33 NY (The plane no. of the 9/11 bombing and the initials of New York). Highlight what you typed, then change the font to Wingdings. If the result made the hair on the back of your neck stand up, copy and paste.

When you cry, I'll cry,you laugh, I'll laugh,you fall down a ski slope, I'll laugh even harder.

Forgive your enemies,but remember their names.

My name is Sarah, I am but three. My eyes are swollen, I can not see,

I must be stupid, I must be bad. What else could of 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 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 he suffers at work

He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more. I finally get free and run for the door

He's already locked it, 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 now its 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, I am but three.

Tonight my daddy murdered me.

Stop child abuse! It's wrong.

A girl and guy were speeding over 100mph on a motorcycle

Girl: Slow down, I'm scared!

Guy: No, this is fun.

Girl: No, it's not. Please, I'm scared.

Guy: Then tell me you love me.

Girl: I love you, now slow down!

Guy: Now give me a big hug.

She gives him a big hug

Guy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on yourself, it's bothering me.

In the newspaper the next day, a motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it and only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized his break wasn't working but he didn't want the girl to know. Instead he had her hug him and tell him one last time that she loved him. Then he had her put on his helmet so that she would live even if he died. Copy this onto your profile if you would do the same thing for someone you love.

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"
Please repost this if you will.

Stupidity killed the cat. Curiousity was framed.

I laugh in the face of death...maybe not laugh more like a snicker...a quiet snicker, and I wouldn't do it directly in death's face so, it's more like a quiet snicker behind death's back.

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This is Mr. Bunny. Isn't he the cutest?
Copy Mr. Bunny into your profile to help him on his way to world domination, and then come over to the dark side.
(P.S. - We have muffins! Oh, what's that red, gooey stuff leaking out of them, you say? Um...uh...it’s...cooking oil! Yeah, uh, cooking oil...)

Just because we eat animals for food, doesn't mean we can cut them up for clothing! If you are against fur coats, clothing, boots, etc., copy this into your profile. Did you know that to get the fur, they club, drown, and anal electrocute the poor animals. And why are they so cruel? Because they don't want to ruin the furs! Now copy this into your freaking' profile!

It happened just last week.

I was walking home from a friend’s house. I’ll admit it was late. I could have called my dad for a ride, but I only lived five minutes away.

As I came to the road, I looked both ways and saw nothing. I stepped forward.

I hadn’t taken more than two steps when a blinding light came rushing towards me. I was stuck. I couldn’t move. It was as though I had been glued to the road. The last thing I saw was the man driving. His eyes were bloodshot, tired…and in his hand was a bottle of beer.

And then...

...it hit.

Now, I lay in a hospital bed.

My back, legs and wrists are broken, as are several ribs.

My lung is punctured, it’s hard to breathe.

There is a large gash down one arm.

I’ve lost so much blood.

I always feel weak, tired.

I need help to eat.

I’m always in pain.

There are several tubes attached to my arms and chest.

I have several bandages and plasters.

I am hooked on a life support machine.

I’m glad they’re going to do it. My family knows the pain I’m in. They visit me everyday.

After school,

After work,

They’ll come to my side.

I’m grateful to them. They give me company, made the pain more bearable, but they know that I have no hope. I have had too much damage. Without the machine my heart will cease and my lungs will stop working.

Tomorrow...

...they’re going to pull the plug.

I know that I will die.

I know that I’m a hopeless case.

I know...

And accept it.

I lay gazing at the plain, white ceiling of the hospital ward, knowing it may be the last thing I ever see.

Hate Emos?
Read this:
Isn’t 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 mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything?
Isn’t it funny that you can change your music taste to impress a guy
ISN’T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta
But the emo gets a mouthful from everyone
Are you laughing?
Isn’t it funny an emo can be quiet all through the week
But gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
Isn’t it funny that you don’t mind your friends drinking,
or smoking
but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on being melodramatic
Teenage outcasts?
I’m 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
Isn’t it funny that you can call Emos, punks, Goths the retards
How you can call a girl poser, how can you cay “you’re 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 of laughing with her friends
Keep on laughing
Isn’t it funny you can say and do all this without having any idea what’s going on in this persons
Life Without knowing her situation with her friends
Or her family
Or her LIFE
Brave isn’t going up on stage and stripping
Or doing a speech
Or dumping your boyfriend
Brave is
Going to school on a mufti day and not for a second care what
It’s listening to your own music and being proud of it
It’s going through every day with the things people say to your face
And behind your back and you keep quiet
It’s knowing what your “friends” are saying about you, and still calling them your friends
Brave is knowing that tomorrow isn’t a bright and happy future
It’s another day of bitching and dodging rumours
Keep on laughing