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Name: ilovedogs
Location: In a fantasy world which my mind has trapped me in this world of wonder
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Wed, 06 Mar 2013

Membership: Member

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My Personal Bio

Hiya! I m a girl and yea! I love dogs, horses, cats, dolphins, and mostly all animals besides hippos! Ahhh! I love Bridget Mendler! I wish I could be her! I sing! I play soccer! I also play guitar and piano for about 3 years already! I ride horses! (Western style!) my dream is to become a famous singer! And my fav food is crayfish! My top 3 fav songs are: Forgot to laugh, hurricane, and I kissed a girl.Feel free to mail me or add me! I am really nice, unless I get mad (which is like rare so) I really don't care how you right as long as I can read it! I answer all mail I get! (Unless I reach my limit! Or if its mean or weird...) As you see my bio is quite blank so if you want to know more about please message me of you want!Please don't mail me mean things like: mermaids and magick isn't real! I will block and do anything to ignore you! Please remember that I am only ten so please be nice and keep it clean!! Besides that I love being messaged and please add me as a friend if you would like! Thanks for reading my bio!

P.S. I add to my bio all the time (like right now) so make sure to double check every once and a while! ;) By the way if I reach my limit I will make another account and notify all my friends and stuff!

Cna yuo raed tihs??? Olny 55% of plepoe can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was . The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! fi yuo cna raed tihs, palce it in yuor porfile~ yes i can read this! :)

Please repost all this below if you agree!

Girl- Stop Bugging me!

Boy- I love you!

Girl- No you don't even know what that it?

Boy- I love you!

Girl- Fine ill ignore you!

Boy- I love you!


Boy- that really hurt! I hate you now!

Girl- NO I love you!

Boy I love you too!

Girl- Not again!

(This was made by Ginon15413 plz give credit to her!!!!)

No one can be real.No one can be fake.No one can not be them. You cant be her. You are and always will be You.Never think who is bad.Never think you are bad. You are You. You are beautiful.

- Ginon15413- please copy and paste this to your profile, if you care for you.

For some people in this dark world, theres light. Which is hope to them. You might just take that light. You have hope. They fall down into the dark pit again. Don't do that. Dont

be that kid who sits in the school halls, someones afraid there going to see you again.

Dont be a bully.

-Ginon15413- Copy and paste this if you care, about not being a bully.

a persons a person no matter what, you can be rich or pore, tall or small, race or gender, catholic or atheist, a persons a person. this was not written for just humans it was written for animals and for every one.

re post it if you agree


I was walking around in a store. I saw a cashier hand this little boy his money back saying

"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 5 minutes while she went to look around. 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 this Christmas. She was so sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus will 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. "What if we checked again, just in case you do have enough money?''

"OK" he said "I hope that I have enough." I added some of my money to his without 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 yesterday before I slept for God to make sure I have enough money to buy this doll so that mommy can 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 came again 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 newspaper article: 2 days ago, which mentioned of a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car, where there was one young lady 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-assisting machine, because the young lady would not be able to recover from the coma.

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young lady 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 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 forever. The love that this 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) Repost this message.

2) Ignore it as if it never touched you.

The boy you punched in the hall today? Committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today? She's a virgin. The boy you called lame? He has to work every night to support his family. That girl you pushed down the other day? She's already being abused at home. That girl you called fat? She's starving herself. The old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country. The boy you made fun of for crying? His mother is dying. You think you know them? Guess what, You don't! Re-post if? you are against bullying.

I bet 99% of you won't, but repost this if you're that 1%

that has a heart. My name is Chris I am 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 do a wrong I can?t speak at all Or else I?m locked up All day long. When I?m awake I?m all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe I?ll just get One whipping tonight. I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie?s bar. I hear him curse My name is called 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 Calls me ugly words, He says it?s my fault He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to 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 an unimaginable shape. 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 Chris I am three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me. Post if your against child abuse

95% of teens would freak out if they saw Justin Bieber on a 247' building ready to jump off. Copy and paste this in your profile if you are one of the 5% that would bring a bucket of popcorn, a chair, a video camera and yell ''JUMP!

To those who hate Emos/Goths: Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a tshirt that barely cover anything?

ISN'T IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone? are you laughing?

ISN'T IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts? I'm not laughing.

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISN'T IT FUNNY that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

90% of teens/preteens would brakedown if Justin Beiber was about to jump off a 10 story building 9% of them would grab a chair and some popcorn and scream JUMP!! JUMP!! JUMP!!. 1% of them would run up and push him off the building and say " Sorry you took too long!" I would be part of the 9% of them!

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.

REAL FRIENDS: Are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr./Mrs.

REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM.

FAKE FRIENDS: Bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.

REAL FRIENDS: Will sit next to you saying ''Dang, we really messed up,but that sure was fun!''

?FAKE FRIENDS: Never seen you cry.

REAL FRIENDS: Cry with you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.

REAL FRIENDS: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.

REAL FRIENDS: Can write a book about you, with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.

REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds butt that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will knock on your front door.

REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say ''I'M HOME!''

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.

REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE 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.

REAL 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!

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

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

FAKE FRIENDS: Will ignore this.

REAL FRIENDS: Will repost it.

`Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You?ve had yet another horrible day. You?re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you?ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don?t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you?re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She?s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that ?Mommy is crying and sissy won?t wake up.? Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what?s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there?s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they?ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can?t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can?t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They?re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She?s in shock. She can?t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad? Bad enough for you to end it. She can?t cry, she can?t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It?s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone?s crying, your little brother still doesn?t know you killed yourself, he?s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn?t stop for days. It?s two years later. The whole school talks to a counselor/therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn?t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go intodepression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn?t succeed like you did, but she tried?your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don?t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don?t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can?t get better if you give up. I?m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we?ve NEVER talked before, I?m here for you.

?????? ~?Copy and paste this on your profile to show people there are people out there that care~


Girl: Do you like me?

Boy: No

Girl: Do you want me?

Boy: No.

Girl: If I left would you cry?

Boy: No.

Girl: Would you live for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Do I ever cross your mind?

Boy: No

Girl: Would you do anything for me?

Boy: No.

Girl: Which would you pick, me or your life?

Boy: My life. Hearing this,

the girl turns and starts running away with tears. The boy chases after her and stops her.

Boy: You don?t cross my mind because you are always on my mind. I don?t like you because I love you. I don?t want you because I need you. If you left I would die, not cry. I wouldn't live for you because I would die for you. I wouldn't do anything for you because I would do everything for you. But I would still pick my life because you are my life.


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