me myself ndd I!!!

lets see....a lot of ppl like me they say im easy to get along with. That's only true if your not on my bad side...hehe twisted I'm sensitive but not too sensitive. I'll take things personlly a lot even if you dont mean it that way. If you get me mad enough i will hit you maybe fight you. I love who i am and you cant change me. if you dont like it....then go jump in front of a bus. i hope you didn't actually do that xd I'll talk about death a lot to...don't get creeped out....just who i am. i cant draw pretty little girly stuff(like a bunny) but i can draw that bunny with brains oozing from it's head. Weird. I know. Dont waste your time telling me im weird cuz i already know. BTW, if you are still reading this you are now considered my stalker xd jk jk i live in the sunshine state and have been here practically all my life and i love it. I am terrified of storms too. I'm a major tom boy too. Any time you will see me i will most likely be wearing a t-shirt and basketball shorts xd and i luuuuuuuvvv screamo music!! Especially the brokencyde band..i may not look like i like screamo but i do...im not as Innocent as i look hehe. i dont only like screamo music..i like rap, hip hop, and r&b too so im not totally weird.





MONTH ONE:

Mommy,
I am only 4 inches long,
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

MONTH TWO:

Mommy,
Today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me,
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

MONTH THREE:

You know what, Mommy?
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad, too,
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

MONTH FOUR:

Mommy,
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine,
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it, too.

MONTH FIVE:

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby, Mommy... your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

MONTH SIX:

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

MONTH SEVEN

Mommy,
I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me, Mommy?

EVERY ABORTION IS JUST...

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
If you're against abortion, put this in your profile.