YOu push me around, mess with me, call me things. I say I'm fine and I smile and laugh with everyone, when I really just want to curl up and die. You know my name, not my story.

Keep holding on, stay strong. If the world gives up, just keep fighting.

Love.. Can me mean things..

Love has no age, race, wealth, ethnic bakground, gender, or appearence. Love is love and that's the way it's supposed to be.

Life is like paper; you can throw it away or, you can make something out of it.

When life gives up on you, know that your best friend will always be there.

Suicide is the way OUT of life, but, leaving everyone behind is the way INTO sadness.