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What
more can i do? I know this
process is going to take along
time to complete but, I don't feel
progress anymore. And this
upsets me. greatly. Does everything
really happen for a reason? Or
is that just anexcuse
people give
to their mistakes in an attempt to
avoid regret? Thinking too much
is a bad thing but nothing thinking
at all is a crime. Where's the
balance? In anything--everything
how can I not regret a past decision
if it is effecting me now, a year
and a half later? How do i escape
these emotions, or better yet
do i really deserve to forget them?
process is going to take a
progress anymore. And this
upsets me. greatly. Does everything
really happen for a reason? Or
is that just an
to their mistakes in an attempt to
avoid regret? Thinking too much
is a bad thing but nothing thinking
at all is a crime. Where's the
balance? In anything--everything
how can I not regret a past decision
if it is effecting me now, a year
and a half later? How do i escape
these emotions, or better yet
do i really deserve to forget them?
sorrryy....ventingg
all minee;;give credit
you don't have to comment or favorite.
There is no
such thing as
"listening to advice." People
do what they want, when they want.
People only ask advice
to hear a confirmation
of what they were planning
to do in the first place.
"listening to advice." People
do what they want, when they want.
People only ask advice
to hear a confirmation
of what they were planning
to do in the first place.
&+ you
know
what people
dont
know
how icry myself to
sleep almost every night
how i like to be alone, and just blast my music
how i love to listen to music
how i will fall for a boy in a heartbeat
how i always seem to fall for the "bad boys"
how weak i am on the inside
how emotional i really am
&+ people also dont know....
how good of an actress i am
how strong i am
&+how independent i am
how i
how i like to be alone, and just blast my music
how i love to listen to music
how i will fall for a boy in a heartbeat
how i always seem to fall for the "bad boys"
how weak i am on the inside
how emotional i really am
&+ people also dont know....
how good of an actress i am
how strong i am
&+how independent i am
colors>?
all minee
fav if you like
all minee
fav if you like
♥
♥
♥
&+ YOU KNOW WHAT.?!
EVEN THOUGH YOU THINK YOUR ALL THAT
YOUR REALLY NOT
&EVERY GIRL
DOESNT WANT YOU
&+ YOU CANT GET EVERY GIRL
SO YOU CAN STOP
ACTING LIKE IT
I CAN NAME ABOUT
TWENTY PEOPLE WHO WOULD LOVE IT IF
YOU OFF JUMPED A CLIFF.
ventingg :[
all mine...credit
oh don't worry sweetie,
you didnt hurt me,
---->no hun, you
completely destroyed me
</3
half creditt
Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the
operating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going
to be all right? When can I see him?"
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
(Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60-seconds and repost this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves
"When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."
The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it."
Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked.
Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Children's mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.
It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:
"Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.
Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm, sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?
Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.
(Let's see Satan stop this one.) Take 60-seconds and repost this, within the hour, you will have caused a multitude of believers to pray to God for each other. Then sit back and feel the Holy Spirit work in your life for doing what you know God loves
"When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."
your my pop to my tart
my fruit
to my loop
my peanut to my
butter
my star to my burst
but most of all you are
my best
to my friend
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idk about the colors...?
music s p e a k
s
when words f a i l
when words f a i l
who do you want to be: ;
the guy i tell my secrets to,
or the guy my secrets are about
credit to missddarchuleta
the guy i tell my secrets to,
or the guy my secrets are about
credit to missddarchuleta