Got a problem with me?
ღSolve it.
*Think I'm trippin'?
ღTie my shoe.
*Can't stand me?
ღSit down.
*Can't face me?
ღWimp.
*Don't like my style?
ღDon't like yours!
*Think I'm ugly?
ღLook in the mirror!
*Think I'm stuck up?
ღLook who's talking!
*Don't know me?
ღGood!
*Think you know me?
ღYou thought wrong
Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Your daddy's shoulder was the highest place on earth and your mom was your hero? War was only a card game? The only drug you knew was cough medicine? Wearing a skirt didnt make you innapropriate? The only things that hurt you were skinned knees. and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And just think: we couldn't wait to grow up
*10% clumsy
**20% mean
***30% random
****40% remarkable
*****50% Funny
******60% fun
*******70% hilarious
********80% cute
*********90% adorable
**********100% me♥♥♥
95% of teens would cry
if they Saw edward cullen
at the top of a skyscrapper
about to jump put this on
your profile if you are a
part of the 5&#xth;at would sit
there with popcorn and a
camera and be yelling
"DO A BACK FLIP!!!"
BOYFRIENDS
stab you in the heart
FRIENDS
stab you in the back
BEST FRIENDS
don't carry knives
A friend would chase you with a chainsaw yelling "I'm awesome!"
A best friend would chase you with a chainsaw yelling "We're awesome!"
A TRUE friend would chase you with a chainsaw with ADHD yelling "Nobody is awesome but us!!!!!"
Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?
Boy: No.
Girl: Do you like me?
Boy: Not really.
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 your 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 anything for you is because I would do everything for you.
The reason I chose my life is because you ARE my life.
White man walks up to black man.
White man says, "Colored people don't belong here!"
Black man says,
"I was born BLACK."
"I grew up BLACK."
"When I get sick, I'm BLACK."
"When I'm cold, I'm BLACK."
"When I'm in the sun, I'm BLACK."
"When I die, I'm BLACK."
"You were born PINK."
"You grew up WHITE."
"When you're sick, you turn GREEN."
"When you're in the sun, you turn RED."
"When you're cold, you turn BLUE."
"When you die, you turn PURPLE."
"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"
The white man turned around, and walked away.
MONTH ONE:
Mommy,
I am only 4 inches long,
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
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' 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.
And one more life that will never live...
