Quotes added on Monday, August 27 2012
I want a
guy who calls you
beautiful instead
of hot,
who calls you
back
when you hang up
on him,
who will stay awake
just to watch you
sleep.
The boy who kisses your forehead.
who wants to
show you
off to the world.
who thinks you’re
pretty without
makeup on. the one
who is
constantly reminding you
of
how much
he cares about you
and how
lucky he is to have
you.
nmq
nmq
You're my smile when I just want to
cry,
Make it all better when
you kiss my sad eyes,
I'm giving you my
forever and ever
I'm just going to write this. I don't care if no one reads it, or
if you think I am hunting for favorites/sympathy, because I'm
not. I am writing this because I've kept it bottled up inside of
me for way too long.
Here it goes.
I was beaten by my parents ever since I was little. It wasn't full out attacking, but they still played my butt like a drum. And it was over the littlest things too, like once I dragged one of my toys up the stairs, they told me not to do it again, and I forgot. It wasn't that it hurt that much, it was more the absolute terror I felt right before they spanked me because of the anger painted on their faces.
I knew they spanked me more often when they were frusterated at something. They used me as their human stress ball. I also know that my sisters got it less than I did. I don't even think my youngest sister ever got a "Red Hienie".
That spanking that went on for a few years made me so shy. I can't even order my own food, because in the back of my head I am afraid that if I make a mistake someone will beat me again. It's terrifying.
The reason they spanked us is because they were spanked as kids. It took me a while to realize why they aren't affected like I am.
Then it hit me.
When they were little, they could go to the park or whatever by themselves for the whole day and just be at home to sleep and eat. My parents won't even let me chalk in the driveway without watching me from the window. They got to get away from their beaters for hours and hours when I was stuck with mine for weeks. It drove me insane.
People make fun of me because I say I like school. I don't like it because I think work is fun, or anything like that. I like it because it is the only time I get to be away from my parents. The only time when I feel free. The only time when I feel like someone isn't going to hurt me for making a mistake.
I don't have many friends because like I said, I am extremely shy. And thats why I am posting this on here. So I can tell someone.
People argue all the time about whether spanking is wrong or right, but I think it depends. It depends on what the spanking is for, how often spanking occurs, the intensity of the spank, etc., but the MOST important thing is how it affects the child.
I know my story is not the worst of its kind, but it still hurts me to think about, like it would anyone who has experienced it.
If you read this, thank you.
If you didn't, I don't really care.
P.S. If you are currently experiencing this, the beatings do eventually stop. It's the fear that seems to never go away.
Here it goes.
I was beaten by my parents ever since I was little. It wasn't full out attacking, but they still played my butt like a drum. And it was over the littlest things too, like once I dragged one of my toys up the stairs, they told me not to do it again, and I forgot. It wasn't that it hurt that much, it was more the absolute terror I felt right before they spanked me because of the anger painted on their faces.
I knew they spanked me more often when they were frusterated at something. They used me as their human stress ball. I also know that my sisters got it less than I did. I don't even think my youngest sister ever got a "Red Hienie".
That spanking that went on for a few years made me so shy. I can't even order my own food, because in the back of my head I am afraid that if I make a mistake someone will beat me again. It's terrifying.
The reason they spanked us is because they were spanked as kids. It took me a while to realize why they aren't affected like I am.
Then it hit me.
When they were little, they could go to the park or whatever by themselves for the whole day and just be at home to sleep and eat. My parents won't even let me chalk in the driveway without watching me from the window. They got to get away from their beaters for hours and hours when I was stuck with mine for weeks. It drove me insane.
People make fun of me because I say I like school. I don't like it because I think work is fun, or anything like that. I like it because it is the only time I get to be away from my parents. The only time when I feel free. The only time when I feel like someone isn't going to hurt me for making a mistake.
I don't have many friends because like I said, I am extremely shy. And thats why I am posting this on here. So I can tell someone.
People argue all the time about whether spanking is wrong or right, but I think it depends. It depends on what the spanking is for, how often spanking occurs, the intensity of the spank, etc., but the MOST important thing is how it affects the child.
I know my story is not the worst of its kind, but it still hurts me to think about, like it would anyone who has experienced it.
If you read this, thank you.
If you didn't, I don't really care.
P.S. If you are currently experiencing this, the beatings do eventually stop. It's the fear that seems to never go away.
I
wish that everyone
could
understand
Some
days I cant take it anymore. Some days I go home and cry myself
to sleep. Some days I want somebody to say, "you're
not okay are you"? I want my parents to be there for me. I
want to go a day without the frustration in my life. A day
wihtout the depression. I would kill for a life where
everything is perfect. But the truth behind that is...there
isn't one. Which completly sucks.Some days I don't want
to go to school because I dont know what the outcome will be.
And I know its gonna be a bad one. I want there to be a day
where somebody comes up to me and says I wish I was like you.
Some days I break. And some days I feel so alone. And somedays
I feel like such an outcast. And those somedays are more like
everyday for me.
The letter Micah's little brother Issac wrote.
I'm sorry you had to go this way. I love you, Micah. I really do. I will never forget, you were the brother I looked up to and I wanted to be just like you but now you're gone and there's truly nobody I can look up to. You were my role model. You were the best. Nothing will be the same without you. I will forever miss you. You were the only one who could help me through my sadness and you helped me when I was mad. But what makes me mad is that I never got to say goodbye to you. I never wanted it to end this way but now you're gone and theres nothing I can do. I can't see myself without you. The family picture will never be the same. I will never be the same. You were my best friend and my brother, it's so hard to let you go.. I will always have our memories, like that apple or that tea can. I will always look up to you. I hope that one day, when I have a child, he will be like you. You were amazing. I love you Micah.. don't ever forget that. Staight Prime.
I love you Micah. I will see you again but till that day, I will mourn.
Ps, I remember when you wrote down on the confesssion sheet at Amber's party, you wrote "To be able to make an impact on someones life." and that your biggest fear was to be forgotten... Well, you certainly accomplished your goal.. You made quite the impact on my life and the rest of our families and your friends life and you won't ever be forgotten. And, tell mom I love her and I miss her so much and when my time comes, I'll be there too hug her again.
Love, Issac. ♥
----------UnforgettableCaleb----------
So today I was
scrolling through the
"top quotes."
"top quotes."
The first quote I saw was about a girl who gave some homeless people 40 dollors to
"buy weed."
I don't understand how this is a "top quote". You just wasted your money on people who waste they're lives. You "admire" these people? I like to admire doctors, and lawyers, and firefighters. people who put they're life in danger to save someone elses.
I didnt write this to get hate. I just thought I'd let you know my thoughts.
we accept the love
WE THINK
WE DESERVE
