I'm Mormon, I'm a girl, and have a mental disorder please don't ask me about it (and don't dis me for mentioning it).

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 you anything for you is because I would do everything for you.

The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.

If you find this incredibly cute and touching, copy and paste it into your profile

93 percent of American teens would have a severe emotional breakdown if someone called them a freak. If you're part of the 7 percent that would ask the person, "What was your first clue?" copy and paste this into your profile.

Did you know that 98 of teenagers will not stand up for God? Repost this is you truly believe in God... P.S. God is always there in your heart and will always love you... if you stand up for him he will stand up for you. I bet 93 of you will who read this will not repost this.

A girl about seventeen was out with her friends one night and time passed quickly as they shared their experiences of the past year. She ended up staying longer than planned and had to walk home alone. She wasn't afraid, it was a small town and her house was only a few blocks away. As she walked under the tall elm trees Diane asked God to keep her safe from harm and danger. when she reached an alley, which was a shortcut to her house, she decided to take it. however, halfway down the alley she noticed a man at the end of the alley as though he were waiting for her. she became uneasy and began to pray for God's protection. Instantly a feeling of calmness and security wrapped around her, she felt as though someone was walking with her.when she reached the end of the alley she walked right past by the man and arrived home safely. the following day she read in a newspaper that a young girl had been raped in the alley only twenty minutes after she had been there. Feeling overwhelmed by the fact that it could have been her, she wept. thanking the Lord for her safety and to help the young women, she went down to the police station. she felt she could recognize the man, and told them her story. the police asked her if she could willingly look at a lineup to see if she could recognize him. she agreed and immediately pointed out the man she had seen in the alley the night before. When the man as told he had been identified he broke down and confessed. the officer thanked diane and asked her if he could do anything for her. she asked him if he could 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 it or not, you're never alone.

Please read this:

This is a true story. All schools have a class clown, someone that gets on everyones nerves and that no one likes. There was one of these boys in this one school. Nobody liked him at all. He had no friends, the teachers hated him for his disruptiveness, and the students found him annoying beyond belief. He never seemed to care. One day, he had finally stepped on his teachers last nerve. What the teacher did was make everyone in the class stand up and tell the boy something they didn't like about him. As each of the thirty students stood up and said something about him they didn't like, he only sat and didn't seem to mind. All of the students did it.

That day, when school was out, the boy went home, grabbed his dads gun, and shot himself in the head.

If you think that the teacher was to blame, and that what she did was morally wrong and completely shameful, copy and paste this into your profile. Then, if you would have been the one to stand up and say "I'm not going to do this" then add your username to the list. Antire5, EmoWolves of Shadow, Killercat-nya, Juura99, Ezlyluved96 (aka Renae), MyNameIsLambo, Crystal Prime, VectorPrime155, AnswerTheCall, GoldGuardian2418 The dark angel1996

Please read this as well. Credit goes to the original author of this poem:

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 boy!!
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!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus's arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
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.

When will abortion end? I cried when I read the above poem because it is so true. As a Christian, I strongly believe abortion is murder and all life is precious. If you agree that abortion must be stopped, then copy and paste this to your profile.