Boys have it
so easy:
-They don't
have to worry about their period.
.-They don't get pregnant and have a baby inside
them.
.-They don't have to squeeze out a baby out of
them.
.- They don't have to worry about split ends.
.- They don't have to spend money on makeup.
.They don't have to go bra shopping.
.-They don't have to go to the store quick to buy
pads.
.-They don't have to worry about becoming
prego.
But we also
have it easy:
-We don't
have underwear that look like shorts.
.- In th locker rooms, we actually have bras; they
don't 0_O
.- They don't get to be on the cheer squad.
.They don't get to spend hours perfecting their
looks.
nmf
I remember last year I ran into
the kitchen.
My sister was playing on Poptropica.
I went to the drawer and grabbed a butter knife
My sister asked if I was making sandwiches.
I said, "Sure" and walked to my room & locked the
door.
My dog came in with me, and I started crying,
Crying because I thought no one loved me.
So I got the knife and put it to my heart, in an
attempt to commit suicide, but I thought:
If I died, who would be my sister's maid of honor?
Who would miss me?
Who would my friends go to prom with?
What will happen when I die?
and
"If I die, will anyone notice?"
I put the knife down. Hugged my dog, unlocked my door
and thought about life, and how amazing it is.
And if I hadn't thought of those 5 questions,
I wouldn't be alive.