HOWDY;* the name's Emma. Emma Gabrielle. my mother happened to give birth to me on september 9th. i like cheese. star wars and lord of the rings are my life. i'm a volleyball player. i am fluent in gibberish. i live in a small town. music, another enormous part of my entire life. honestly, i don't really think i have a favorite, there are just so many to choose from! i have discovered a new song from one of my main choices of music, the fray. it's called, "Heartbeat."
So you know that one commercial where the little boy is dressed like Darth Vader? And he points his little fingers at all sorts of things, but nothing happens? Then his dad starts the car with his keys, When he points them at it, just to make his son's day?, Well, today I tried it. On the elevator at my school. knowing it wouldn't work. Then all of the sudden, the light in the button went off. And a boy on crutches came out. I know this might have been just a coincidence but, It makes me hope; That maybe there is some magic in this world..
WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Tonight, when you look up, don't think of them as stars, think of them as porch lights, welcoming your loved one safely home. This was on a sympathy card that I received when my grandfather passed away, and I just loved it. Format Credit to:hlcurtiss
My name is Misty I am but three. My eyes are swollen i cannot see. I must be stupid i must be bad, what else could have Made my daddy so mad? I wish i were better i wish weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all i can't do a wrong, Or else i'm locked up All the day long. When i awake I'm all alone, The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try to be nice. So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car, My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls, I press myself Against the wall. I try to hide from his evil eyes, I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping he shouts ugly words, He says its my fault That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me and yells at me more, I finally get free and run for the door. He's already locked it and i start to bawl, He takes me and throws me against the hard wall. I fall to the floor with my bones nearly broken, and my daddy continues with more bad words spoken. "I'm Sorry!", I scream But its much too late, His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again, Oh please God, Have Mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops and heads for the door, While i lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Misty and i am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered Me. Favorite if you're against child abuse.
*after her boyfiend breaks up with her* Best Friend: You're not crying, you don't even look sad? Her: Well why should I be, I didn't lose anything her, he lost me, and me, well I'm a great girl. ♥ ♥ Always remember that.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * And my 3 year old cousin, Lydia, pointed to the stars, and said, "You see those stars up there? That's where my Papa lives, we don't see him anymore. He's up there with God, and the angels." And that's when I lost it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *