Hi! I'm ForeverBlackSun and most pf my friends just call me Sora or Mari. I'm into a lot of things, some of which I actually manage to write for. I grew up on a lot of the older shows and books so things like CCS and Yu Yu Hakusho and Yu-Gi-Oh so if you ever want to speak with me, I am very fluent in dialects of dork and loser.

Favorite Quotes:

- You may think it's shit, but its the absolute truth. You just don't believe it, or rather don't want to.

- Sometimes, when I say, "Oh, I'm fine", what I really want is for someone to look me in the eye and say, " Tell me the truth."

- Friends are the siblings God forgot to give you.

- You want perfect? Go buy Barbie.

- I may not be perfect, but at least I'm me.

- I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I'm not.

- Your world may have ended, but sun will still rise, the Earth will still turn, and life will still go on.

- A stranger stabs you in the front, a friend stabs you in the back, a boy/girlfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with straws.

- When life gives you lemons, make hot chocolate. Then add whipped cream and mini marshmallows. Then you can sit back and watch the world wonder how you did it.

- Amateurs built the arc. Professionals built the Titanic.

- Sorry, Hell's got a restraining order on me. You can go though.

- Parents spend the first part of our lives teaching us to walk and talk and the rest of it telling us to sit down and shut up.

- Words from strangers may not hurt, but its those from people close to you that cause you to bleed.

-Be yourself. Everyone else is already taken.

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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 to 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 to 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 it's 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.

Put this in your profile if you hate child abuse

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 of teenagers will not stand up for God, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?

Repost this if you truly believe in God

I don't care if you're gay or straight; everybody needs love.

I don't care if you're diseased with an incurable sickness; everybody deserves a chance.

I don't care if you're ugly or pretty; everybody has flaws.

I don't care if you're black or white; everybody has the same capabilities.

I don't care if you're weird; everybody needs to change.

I don't care if you're rich or poor; everybody needs warmth.

I don't care if you're different; everybody is.

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 profile and show that you care)

Please read-true story (not me)

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.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

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.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Post this on your profile if you care

2) Ignore this like a cold hearted biatch

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.

I am the girl...that doesn't go to school dances, or games, 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 Instagram or talking to a girlfriend on a cellphone or regular phone. I am the girl that hasn't been asked out EVER. 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 (it's a compliment), who loves reading and writing and doing the things that no one seems to have the time to do any more, who loves and is obsessed with nerdy things that only she would like, who can express herself better with writing than talking, and knows the importance of the little things in life that most overlook!

I'm the introvert girl. I've been befriended, betrayed, and I want it all to end. But I'm also the girl who still has one friend who stands by her side despite her weirdness. I'm the girl with many people laughing at her and her jokes and complimenting her. Even though I know that they make fun of me behind my back, I'm still the girl who will do her best to fit in. And still cries inside the bathroom

And damn it, I'm proud to be that girl!!

Friends vs Best Friends

FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink

BEST FRIENDS: Help themselves and are the reason you never have any food

FREINDS: Call your parents Mr. Mrs, grandma, and grandpa

BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents MOM and DAD GRAMS and GRAMPS

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail

BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin' "Holy shit, that was fun, let's do that again!" or break down the jail and end up at the wrong cell, so they break everything they see until they find you.

FRIENDS: Never seen you cry

BEST FRIENDS: Won't tell anyone else you cry... just laugh about it when your not down anymore

FRIENDS: Ask you to write down you number

BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial

FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff and gives it back a few days later

BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "my bad .. here's a tissue"

FRIENDS: Knows only a few things about you

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography about your life

FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if thats what everyone else is doing

BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you

FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door

BEST FRIENDS: Would walk right in and say,"I'M HOME"

FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell

BEST FRIENDS: Already know not to tell

FRIENDS: Are through high school /college (drinking buddies)

BEST FRIENDS: Are for life

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away when they think you've had enough

BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say,"bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."

FRIENDS: Will help you move a body

BEST FRIENDS: Will say "call me when you need a shovel."

FRIENDS: Try to help you when you get hurt

BEST FRIENDS: Sit there laughing their butt of saying, "Dude, you're an idiot!"

FRIENDS: Will comfort you when they turn you down

BEST FRIENDS: Will go up to them and say, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"

FRIENDS: Ask why your crying

BEST FRIENDS: Already have a shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry

FRIENDS: Lend you their umbrella

BEST FRIENDS: Take yours and say 'RUN BITCH RUN!!'

FRIENDS: Return your stuff right away.

BEST FRIENDS: Keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FRIENDS: Will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Will knock them the fuck out!

FRIENDS: Say they are too busy to listen to your problems, but when it comes to them they expect you to have all the time in the world.

BEST FRIENDS: Not only kick everything out of their schedule to listen to what's wrong, but help come up with vindictive plans to make you feel a whole lot better!

FRIENDS: Say sorry when you want to talk to them at odd hours of the night, or even just hang out at odd hours.

BEST FRIENDS: Come right over and hang out with you, until you either fall asleep, or kick them out.

FRIENDS: Will ignore this

BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this.

Repost this if you have a best friendbest.