It's a Sad Story...

Boy: Baby, we need to talk.

Girl: Ricardo, what do u mean?

Boy: Something has come up...

Girl: What? What's wrong? Is it bad?

Boy: I don't want to hurt you, baby.

Girl: *Thinks* Oh my God, I hope he doesnt break up with me... I love him so much.

Boy: Baby, are you there??

Girl: Yeah, I'm here. What is so important??

Boy: I'm not sure if I should say it..

Girl: Well, you already brought it up, so please just tell me.

Boy: I'm leaving...

Girl: Baby, what are u talking about?? I don't want you to leave me, I love you.

Boy: Not like that, I mean I'm moving far away.

Girl: Why? All of your famliy lives over here.

Boy: Well, my father is sending me away to a boarding school far away.

Girl: I can't believe this.

[FATHER: (Picks up the other phone, interrupts & yells furiously ERICA!, what did Itell you about talking

to boys?!!!... Get off thedamn phone!! (And hangs up).]

Boy: Wow, your father sounds really mad.

Girl: You know how he gets, butanyways, I dont want you to go.

Boy: Would you run away with me?

Girl: Baby, you know I would, I would do anything for you, but I can't... You don't know what would happen if I did. My dad would kill me!

Boy: *Sad* It's okay.. I understand, I guess..

Girl: *Thinking*I can't believe what's going on.

Boy: I need to give you something tonite, because I am leaving on flight 1-80 in the morning, so I need to see you now.

Girl: Okay, I will sneak out & meet you at thepark.

Boy: Okay, I'll meet you there in 20 minutes.

[They meet at a nearby park, they both hug eachother. And he gives her a note.]

Boy: Here you go, this is for you. I gotta go.

Girl: *Tear* (Begins to cry.)

Boy: Baby, dont cry, you know I love you... But I have to go.

Girl: Okay (Begins to walk away.)

[They both go back home. And Erica begins to read the letter he gave her]

It says..."Erica, You probably already know that I'm leaving, I knew this would be better if I wrote a letter explaining the truth about how much I care about you. The truth is, is that I never loved you, I hated you so much, you are my bitch and dont you ever forget that. I never cared about you, and never wanted to talk to you,and be around you. You really have no clue how much I hate you. Now that I'm leaving I thought you should know that I hate you, bitch. You never did the right thing, and youwere never there. I didnt think I could hate someone as much as I hate you. And I neverwant to see you, for the rest of my life, I will never miss kissing you like before, I never want to cuddle up, how we used to. I will not miss you and that's a promise. You never had my love, and I want you to remember that. Bitch, you keep this letter because this may be the last thing you have from me. Fuck, I hate you so much. I will not talk to you soon bitch... Goodbye. - Ricardo"

[ Erica begins to cry, she throws the paper in tha garbage & crys for hours ]

... A day passes, she is sad, depressed and she feels so lonely... Then she gets a phone call....

Friend: How are you feeling?

Girl: I just cant believe this happened.. I thought he loved me.

Friend: Oh, about that. Ricardo left me a message. A few days ago. He told me to tell you to look in your jacket pocket or something...

Girl: Umm.. okay.

[She finds a piece of paper in the jacket, It says: "Baby I hope you find this before you read my letter. I knew your dad might read it, so I switched a few words...

Hate = Love

Never = Always

Bitch = Baby

Will not= will

.... I hope you didn't take that seriously because I love you with all my heart, and it was so hard to let you go thats why I wanted you to run away with me... -Ricardo"]

Girl: Oh my God! It's a letter.. Ricardo does love me!!, he must of slipped it into my pocket when he hugged me. I can't believe how stupid I am!!

Friend: lol Okay but I g2g... Call me later.

Girl: *happy*okay, bye, I'll be at home waiting for my baby to call me!... Erica turnsthe T.V. on......

[Breaking news] "An airplane has crashed. Over 47 young boys died, we are still searching for survivors... This is a tragedy we will never forget, this plane was flight 1-80... it was on its way to an all boys boarding school..." the Reporter says.

[ She turns off the t.v. ... 3 days later, she kills herself, because of the fact that Ricardowas dead & she had

nothing to live for...]

A day after that the phone rings. Nobody answers. It was Ricardo, he called to leave amessage. "Its Ricardo, I guess you're not home so, I called to let you know that I'm alive, I missed my flight because I had to see you one last time. So, I hope your not worried. I am staying for good.

# . . Two Years Back . .

I Fell in Love With You Girl Now Its a Year ,

Since We'd a Single Word Life is Goin' On As Its Suppose To Be

Baby Everything's Changed ! But All Around Me

EveryDay I Wake Up & See Your Picture On My Wall , Why Would I Be Lieying

It Makes me Feel Small We Had Some Issues ;; I Think We Gotta Work on Those Right

But Every Night I Fell This Pain - Of Losing Your Sight

Why You Had To Go Outta Life ? Coz You Fell I'm Irritatin' ??

Or Evil Thougts ov' Mine ! Which Are Always Migratin'

Sittin' Lonely In This Empty Room - Heart is Full of Wounds

I Dont Think I Can Resume Doom is On This Full Moon , But I Really Cant Complain That My Heart Is Sufferin' Pain

I Think I'l Really Go Insane , But Wont Stop Callin' Your Name Livin' Without You Is Livin' In Shame

They Say Love is A Game of Feelin'

But Feeling's Say That Am Wrong ! So What ?

I'm About To Tell You What Happened All That Night Long

- Recallin' Time We Spent Together Whether Fighting or Being Alone

Or Sittin' Staring in Each Others' Eye Am Just All Alone

Never Wanted The Things To Turn This Side

Am Feelin' Am Dieying My Heart . . It Beatz ! I Say I'm Fine, But My Soul ! Everytime It Cries

Thousand Numbers, I Dont Wanna Dial

4 Thousand Friend In My Profile

My Face So Cold I Want To Smile Try & Try Feelin' Mad That I'm Bad

Its Nawt Bout Be'ing In a RelationShip Or Be'ing MarrieD.

It's Nawt Bout Hav'ing A Man By Yowr Side At All Tym'S It's Nawt Bout

CommitmenTs AnD Promises Its All Bout Feel'ing Secure AnD Sleep'ing

Peacefully At nighT Wid OuT Hav'ing Dat Fear Awf Los'ing Wot Yow've Get.

It's All Bout All Bout Peace Awf minD. it's All Bout Da Right Man N Da

Right Time It's All bouT Be'ing LoveD to Da cOre <3

Suicide? Thinking About Suicide? Read This:

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page, but decide it’s a bad way to begin your letter ~ your suicide letter. You try again, start over ~ again and again, but you don’t know where to begin. No one understands you; no one knows what you’re going through, you’re alone or at least that’s what you think. Nobody would care if you’re alive or not, you mean nothing to nobody

It’s night, and you slip into bed. ’Goodbye’ you whisper into the darkness. And with that, you take your last breathe and end it all.

No body cares, right? Well you thought wrong. It’s a Tuesday the following morning, and when it’s 7:21, your mother comes and knocks on your door. She doesn’t know you can’t hear her she doesn’t know you’re gone. She knocks a few more times, calling your name to open up. When there is no reply from your side of the door, she opens it and screams. She collapses on the ground while your dad rushes to your room. Your siblings have already left for school. Your very weak mother collects all the energy she’s got which is close to nothing to walk over to your bed. She leans over your dead body, crying, squeezing your hand, screaming. Your dad is trying to stay strong, but the tears escape his eyes; calling 000 or 911 with his left hand while his other one is on your mother’s back. Your mother blames herself. All those times she had said ‘no’ to you, all those times she had screamed at you, and sent you to your room over something stupid. Your father will blame himself for not being there for you when you asked for help, for being away from home at work for long. Nobody cares, right?

8:34. There’s a knock on your classroom door it’s the school principle. She looks more worried than ever. She calls the teacher to the side; all the students worried: what’s going on? The principle then later announces about your suicide. The popular girl that always called you fat and ugly is now blaming herself. The kid that would always copy your homework but treat you like crap ~ he’s blaming himself. The boy that sits behind you ~ the one that always threw things at you during class ~ he’s blaming himself too. The kids that made fun of you because you were different~ they’re blaming themselves. The teacher is blaming herself - for all those times she’d scream at you for forgetting your homework, or not listening in class. People are crying, screaming, shocked, in regret of what they did. They’ll all be devastated - even the kids you’ve never talked to before. Still nobody cares about you, right?

Your siblings get home. Your mother has to tell them that you’re gone; forever. Your little sister ~ no matter how many times she’s screamed at you, told you she hated you and stole your stuff ~ always loved you, and saw you as her hero; her role model. She now starts to blame herself; why didn’t I do what she told me to do when she told me to? Why did I take her stuff even when she asked me not to? This is all my fault. Your brother gets home ~ the boy that never cries. He’s now in his room; mad at himself ~ he caused your death. All those times he’d played pranks on you. He’s punching holes in his wall, turning over things; he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re gone. Forever. Nobody cares about you, right? Right?

It has been over a month. The door to your room has been closed all this time. Everything is different now. Your brother has to be sent to anger management classes, your little sister cries everyday still waiting for you to come back. Everyday she waits for you to come back home. The popular girls have now turned anorexic. They don’t know how to deal with the pain that they’re feeling. Your father has depression; your mother hasn’t slept for nights it’s all her fault. She’s been crying and screaming every night wishing for you to come back. The boy who would always bother you dropped out of school. The boy that copied your homework now cuts. Those girls that used to call you ugly, they don’t eat anymore. But nobody cares about you, aren’t I right?

Your mother finally decides to go clean out your room. But she can’t do it. She’s locked herself in your room for two days to try to clean up your clothes, your things. But she can’t she can’t say goodbye to you, not yet, not now. Never.

It’s your funeral. It’s a big one ~ everybody comes. No one knows what to say. The beautiful girl with the big smile is gone; you’re somewhere else. No one knows what to say, they’re all still shocked. Everyone cries, everyone misses you. They all wish you’d come back but you don’t, and you won’t.

Still think nobody cares about you? Think again. Even if people don’t show it, they care about you, they love you. If you kill yourself today or any other day you won’t know just how much you meant to people. If you kill yourself today, it stops your pain, but it pains all the ones who know you for the rest of their life. Suicide is the easy way out - but it’s the wrong choice. Life is beautiful. Yes, it does have its ups and downs everyone has their bad days. Sometimes people go through tough times in their lives like you’re probably going through now but bad times come and go. You might not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it’s there. No matter how hard life gets, never give up on yourself, or on your life.

Take a minute now, and think. If you killed yourself ~ how would the people that love you feel/go through? Can’t think of anything? Well I’ll tell you: tears, tears, and more tears. Devastation. Guilt. Pain. Broken. Regret. Miserable.

If after reading this you still feel suicidal, there are people that can help you. I’m here for you whenever you need me, and I’ll be more than happy to listen to you and try to help you feel better. There are teachers, parents, grandparents, neighbors, adults, councilors ~ they’re all there for you whenever you need them.

I just want you to remember three things: you’re beautiful, you’re not alone, and it does get better, I promise. ♥

Kiss ;* Kiss ;*

Starting to think some sureys I find and do may have already been done, but that was a while ago so I’ll do them again, but sorry if I repeat any accidentally, sometimes I check I haven’t already done them but sometimes I just cba.

How many people have you kissed? - Five

How many of those did you make out with? - I don’t actually get what making out officially is but I’d guess four.

Ever kissed someone you weren’t dating at the time? - Yeah three.

Ever kissed someone you’d met less than an hour before?- Not less than an hour but like that night, two of them.

Of the people you’ve kissed, how many do you regret kissing? - None, no regrets.

Were any of them in relationships with someone else at the time? No.

How old was the oldest person you’ve kissed? Ummm, 20.

How young was the youngest person you’ve kissed? 17, everyone I’ve kissed has been older than me at the time tho.

Ever been kissed by a legal adult when you were a minor (or vise-versa)? Umm I guess, my ex turned 18 before me while we were together so yeah.

Ever been kissed by someone you didn’t want to kiss? Nope.

Ever been walked in on while you were making out with someone? Yeah, my dad walked in to give me my crisps back and it freaked my boyfriend out aha.

By your parents?:  Yeah my dad.

Weirdest place you’ve kissed someone? (geographically, not physically) Umm, not sure, in a pool, in a tree, dunno I kissed my ex in a lot of places.

Ever kissed someone and had someone else get really mad about it? Yeah, but it was because I lost my friend and went to his room and she didn’t know where I went and got left on her own so got mad at me for leaving, even tho iI came straight back as soon as she called me.

Ever stopped kissing someone because they had bad breath? Not really.

Ever kissed someone one of your good friends had previously kissed, too? Nope.

Ever not known the name of someone you kissed? No

Ever kissed someone on a dare/as part of a game? Not properly.

Kissed someone you didn’t really like just to make someone else jealous? No

Ever had a really horrible kissing experience? Nah.

Ever been called a bad kisser? Not to my face but I reckon I am.

Ever called someone else a bad kisser? Nope but I might soon.

Where’s the most public place you’ve ever made out with someone? A club.

Where’s the most private place you’ve ever made out with someone? Bedroom.

Ever kissed some out of pity just so they would stop badgering you? No. Almost like kind 

of but not really. He was trying really hard and being really sweet and he was cute so I was like yeah why not just let him kiss me.

Ever kissed someone just to forget about someone else? Nah.

Ever thought of someone else while you were kissing someone? Yes actually.

Do you usually kiss on the first date? Dont usually go on dates

Ever kissed someone you later found out you were related to? No.

Have you ever given or received an obvious hickey? Received.

What album/artist do you associate with making out? None really.

Ever bit someone/been bit on purpose while kissing? Yes.

Would you ever kiss a drunk person that you knew wouldn’t kiss you sober? Nah.

Have you ever kissed a member of your own sex? (or the opposite sex if gay) Nope.

How much money would it take for you to kiss someone you thought was gross? A lot.

Have you ever been propositioned for a kiss in exchange for a favor? Nope.

Have you ever kissed more than one person within a 12-hour time block? Nope

Ever kissed someone after the two of you broke up? Yes.

Ever stopped dating someone mainly because they weren’t a good kisser? No

Ever kissed someone legally off-limits? (a boss, employee, professor, etc.) No

Do you kiss and tell? Well I always tell my friends but if I was told to not tell anyone I wouldn’t, it’s just never mattered before.

How old were you when you had your first kiss? 16.

When was the last time you kissed someone? Like 2 weeks ago.

By far who was your best kiss? and why? ********, because it actually meant stuff.

And worst? why? ******, was a bit of a sloppy kisser whereas I prefer to me more refrained aha.

What is the best kissing advice you have? Don’t think about it just go with it.

What do you like best when a guy kisses you? He smiles afterwards.

Where do you put your hands when you kiss? I love putting my arms over his neck and hand on the back of his neck like playing with his hair a little.

Do you keep your eyes closed or open? Closed.

Do you like to kiss to music? Not bothered.

Where is the best place to kiss? Anywhere, in private.

Are movie theaters good places? Nah, I’m not keen on public places.

What makes someone a bad kisser? I think people are just not compatible rather than bad, like some people like big sloppy kisses others don’t.

Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex? Nope.

Do you prefer soft pecks or intense make out sessions? Soft really.

Have you ever kissed a stranger? Not really.

Would you ever just hook up with someone just for the fun of it? Sure. Only hook up tho, like not more than kissing.

What is your favourite kissing game? Don’t really know any.

Have you ever kissed someone with bad breath? Morning breath, but like everyone has that aha.

Do you think kissing is very private? Mostly yeah, bar some like odd pecks.

How do you feel about PDA’s? Not too much, the odd kiss and that is okay but not like making out.

Have you ever practiced kissing on a mirror or pillow? No.

Do you like to kiss in the dark? Yeah.

Do you like eskimo and butterfly kisses? Yeah.

If you could replay one kiss in your life, which one would it be? Not sure.

Which is better:kissing or sex? Kissing.