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EvilJelsa
Name: EvilJelsa
Birthday: Aug 17 2004
Location: With a Friend
Gender: Female
Last Seen: Sun, 19 Aug 2018
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I am a special girl, but everyone says I am crazy. I know I am crazy. I have very special powers, and am something unnatural. I don't know what I am, so if you have any info, plz tell me.The girl you just called fat.. She's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly.. She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped.. He is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars.. He fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying.. His mother is dying. Put this as you're status if you're against bullying. I bet 95% of you wont re-post, but I'm sure the people with a heart and backbone will 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. 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 weird, everybody needs to change. (plus i'm am weird as well ^^) I don't care if you're rich or poor, everybody needs warmth. I don't care if you're different, everybody is. Repost this if you agree with it."I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell I know right now you can't tell But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see A different side of me I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired I know right now you don't care But soon enough you're gonna think of me And how I used to be"-Remus John Lupin 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. I know, I know. I'm insane. All I really want is for people to accept me for who i am.Cna yuo raed tihs??? Olny 55% of plepoe can. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. 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 on your profile. 7H15 M355AG3 53RV3R5 70 PR0V3 H0W 0UR M1ND5 C4N D0 4M4Z1NG 7H1NG5! 1MMPR3SIVE 7HINGS! 1N 7HE B3G1N1ING 17 W4S H4RD BU7 N0W, 0N 7HIS L1N3, Y0UR M1ND 1S R34D1NG I7 4U7OM47IC4LLY W1THOUT 3V3N 7HINKING 4B0UT I7, B3 PR0UD! ONLY C3R741N P30PL3 C4N R34D 7HIS. 1F Y0U C4N R34D 7HIS, P0S7 17 0N Y0UR PR0F1L3.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 Im awake Im 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 you're against child abuse. 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 counsellor/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 into depression. 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.

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