Hi there. My name is Bethany and I found this site kinda by accident one day. But OMG! I can't believe all the great stories on here!!

I'm 5' 3/4", have mousy hiccups, and most people in high school knew me as a book-worm. I'm into arts and crafts, singing, dancing, drawing, yaoi, fantasy books. I don't have a boyfriend (she cries with anime tears) cause I'm too shy around guys I start to like.

Also, even though I'm 23 I still look like I'm 16/18 years old. I have the complete set of Ouran High School Host Club on dvd and have a small crush on Johnny Deep. I also LOVE the artist Amy Brown, look her up people she's fantastic!

Some of my favorite animes are Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Ouran High School Host Club, Thundercats (both the old and new), Toward the Terra, nearly every Studio Ghibli films: Kiki's Delivery Service, The Cat's Return, Whisper of the Heart, and Spirited Away to name a few, and Call of the Wildman. Okay so the last one isn't anime but the Turtle Man is so crazy there should be an anime about his show. Check out his show on Animal Planet .com

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Here's a small free form poem so you can get a better idea of who I am.

A Memory

Back when she was still alive, Mimi lived on a mountain in West Virginia. Her simple trailer was right next door to a little country bar. During the day it was open to the public so Mimi would walk over to visit the workers who quickly became her friends. Chris and I even got some ice cream there once.

Behind her trailer and the bar was a steep hill. At the bottom was a small creek shaded by trees. Beside the creek was some very bright buttercups. They seemed just about the most beautiful little flowers I've ever seen. The memory of that creek brings me great comfort, and buttercups have since then became my favorite flowers. Even if I still get a little weepy at times.

"Why is this memory so important," people ask me.

Because, of those buttercups I picked and had given to my grandmother, my Mimi just a week before she went to Heaven. She died on June 13,2007, my last day of junior year at Fraser High School.

For days I couldn't shed a tear. And yet, during her funeral I went outside feeling numb and hating myself. Outside of the little church was a patch of buttercups. Those flowers and a few kind words from my mom's boyfriend caused the tears to spill over.

So now when I think of my Mimi, I think of a small creek, shaded by trees with beautiful buttercups growing beside it.

And... I smile at a comforting memory.

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Here's a couple of poems I look at when I need a little strength.

Not in Vain by Emily Dickinson.

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain: If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

Be Strong by Maltbie Davenport Babcock.

Be strong! We are not here to play to dream, to drift; We have hard work to do, and loads to lift; Shun not the struggle- face it; 'tis God's gift. Be strong! Say not, "The days are evil. Who's to blame?" And fold the hands and acquiesce- oh shame! Stand up, speak out, and bravely, in God's name. Be strong! It matters not how deep intrenched the wrong, How hard the battle goes, the day how long; Faint not- fight on! To-morrow comes the song.

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday

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.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to teach me a lesson

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

I am the girl ... that doesn't go to school dances, and when I do go, I sit in a corner and read a book. I am the girl that people look through when I say something. I am the girl that spends most of her free time reading, writing, or doing other activities that most teenagers wouldn't call normal. I am the girl that people call weird, and a freak either behind my back or to my face. I am the girl that doesn't spend all her time on My Space, or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or a regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out in a year. I am the girl that has stopped to smell the flowers and jump and splash in the rain.

But I am also the girl who knows and is proud to be who she is, doesn't care if people call her weird, who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who can express herself better with words, and knows the importance of the little things.

Copy and Paste this onto your account, and add your name to the list, if you are anything like me, so the girls who are different and unique can know in their weakest times that they are unique, but not alone.

PrettyFanGirl, Truth Be Told 13, DEFiiANCE, Angel of Apathy, Vic Taylor, Erma Buckles, butterfly1415, NotEverJulietNeedsARomeo (got this from ), Kisara the BlueEyesWhiteDragon, talkstoangels77, The Darken Soul, MarieTheManiac, Hyperteenager24

I am that girl,

The one who likes books more than boys.

The one who pretends not to be sad, just to make others happy

The one who always wonders what she did wrong

The one who writes to escape

The one who just wants to help

The one that really wants to make a difference

The one that sticks to her values

The one that refuses to believe that this is it

The one that will do anything to make a better tomorrow

The one who won't give in

The one won't give up

- by linguisticsrock, copy and paste if you can relate to this.