I am the girl kicked out of her início 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 ano 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 lésbicas 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 person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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 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 ano 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 lésbicas 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 person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.
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 sorry. I hate it when i have to do this, because i know that it's really silly! But the only reason why i wouldn't fã anyone back, would be if they had joined the twilight saga club. I can see it on their perfil and i immediately go all prejudice against them.
I shouldn't, i know, but it's against my morals to fã someone who loves the Twilight saga. If you're only a fã of Twilight, sometimes i forgive you... if you've done something to earn my respect.
Which would lead me onto my seguinte reason...
If you have done nothing to earn my friendship, and not joined any of my favourite/major clubs, then i don't feel obliged to fã you.
However, if i can see that you're a fã of 'Random' or 'Harry Potter' or 'HP v T' etc, then the probability is that i will fã you back.
On the other hand, if you are looking at this thinking that you haven't done any of these things, then feel free to fã me... i'll gladly return the favour! :)
xxx
I shouldn't, i know, but it's against my morals to fã someone who loves the Twilight saga. If you're only a fã of Twilight, sometimes i forgive you... if you've done something to earn my respect.
Which would lead me onto my seguinte reason...
If you have done nothing to earn my friendship, and not joined any of my favourite/major clubs, then i don't feel obliged to fã you.
However, if i can see that you're a fã of 'Random' or 'Harry Potter' or 'HP v T' etc, then the probability is that i will fã you back.
On the other hand, if you are looking at this thinking that you haven't done any of these things, then feel free to fã me... i'll gladly return the favour! :)
xxx
(name unknown for now)
Dear, What ever
I am new to this,but I have to try this I can't keep my thoughts in.
And I can't tell anyone so here is what I call an Intro...
Sup,My name is Zain fox.Ah,hell I'll tell you my full name.
Zain samuel fox
DONT LAUGH! I am goin' crazy...talking to some book.
I am a very tell you what I think guy.
Oh and did I tell you,I am a fucking vampire.
I am new but freakishly strong.
I don't have a girl anymore cus this stupied crave I can't control...
And no I didn't eat her,I left town and she thinks I'm dead.
But she is the most beautiful person you will ever lay your eyes on,and her name is Jade.
Even if I stay this thing that jerk turned me into,I will never forget my amor even if I live forever.
See ya,
Zain
P.S
I feel like a girl. Stupied diary!
Dear, What ever
I am new to this,but I have to try this I can't keep my thoughts in.
And I can't tell anyone so here is what I call an Intro...
Sup,My name is Zain fox.Ah,hell I'll tell you my full name.
Zain samuel fox
DONT LAUGH! I am goin' crazy...talking to some book.
I am a very tell you what I think guy.
Oh and did I tell you,I am a fucking vampire.
I am new but freakishly strong.
I don't have a girl anymore cus this stupied crave I can't control...
And no I didn't eat her,I left town and she thinks I'm dead.
But she is the most beautiful person you will ever lay your eyes on,and her name is Jade.
Even if I stay this thing that jerk turned me into,I will never forget my amor even if I live forever.
See ya,
Zain
P.S
I feel like a girl. Stupied diary!
Hopefully I will have another chapter soon, but this story is awfully difficult to write so I'll have to leave you hanging. I think my título is reasonable (I think my descripton will be something like 'It's said that even the smallest thing has an effect similar to dropping a stone in a pond - it causes a ripple that effects everyone in one way or another.') but please give me feedback.
This just the prologue, but please let me know what you think!
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We were only young. We didn't know what was ahead of us. We were blind. If we had have opened our eyes we could have stopped what happened. We could have stopped that stone from being thrown in our calm lake.
But it happened, and that's something none of us can accept, even after all these years. I look at the fotografia on my end mesa, tabela and wonder what could have been. She was the light of our lives, and we didn't even know until she was gone.
This just the prologue, but please let me know what you think!
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We were only young. We didn't know what was ahead of us. We were blind. If we had have opened our eyes we could have stopped what happened. We could have stopped that stone from being thrown in our calm lake.
But it happened, and that's something none of us can accept, even after all these years. I look at the fotografia on my end mesa, tabela and wonder what could have been. She was the light of our lives, and we didn't even know until she was gone.
Thanksgiving is my favorito holiday, well, one of them, wanna know wy? cause for desert, you get pie!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D!
"hello there pie, are you ready to be eaten?"
"yes i am" said the pie. it was abóbora pie, my fav.
"your the best thing thats ever been invented! i amor you!
"well, instead of thanking the guy who made pies, go thank the guy who made pumpkins!
"oh yeah, huh?
"what are you doing?" my sister came intothe kitchen.
"talking to my friend."
"the pie?"
"yeah"
"well, its ready to be eaten"
"OH BOY!! PIE!!!! YEAH!!" Then i started running aroung the house like and idiot lol.
i was SOOOO BORED, so thtas why i made this. blablablabla
"hello there pie, are you ready to be eaten?"
"yes i am" said the pie. it was abóbora pie, my fav.
"your the best thing thats ever been invented! i amor you!
"well, instead of thanking the guy who made pies, go thank the guy who made pumpkins!
"oh yeah, huh?
"what are you doing?" my sister came intothe kitchen.
"talking to my friend."
"the pie?"
"yeah"
"well, its ready to be eaten"
"OH BOY!! PIE!!!! YEAH!!" Then i started running aroung the house like and idiot lol.
i was SOOOO BORED, so thtas why i made this. blablablabla