Name: MySweetFears (as you've probably got by now)

Age: Wouldn't you like to know ;)

Favorite...

Books: Twilight (isn't it always), Wicked Lovely, House of Night series and Cherub

Music: Pretty much anything other than heavy metal. Got any recommendations on some good music, let me know

Hey!

Big Kia Ora to my fellow NZers out there! Us small country people gotta stick together :)

NOTE: for those of you who don't know 'Kia Ora' is Maori for hello. (pronounced 'key-or-a')

A friend will bust you out of jail. A best friend will sit beside you and say "Damn that was fun"

Girls


are like


apples on trees.


The best ones are


at the top of the tree.The


boys dont want to reach


for the good ones because they


are afraid of falling and getting hurt.


Instead, they just get the rotten apples


from the ground that aren't as good,


but easy. So the apples at the top think


something is wrong with them, when in


reality, they're amazing. They just


have to wait for the right boy

to
come along, the one who's


brave enough to


climb all


the way


to the top


of the tree.

This is one of the saddest things I have ever read (tear):

Went to a party Mom...

I went to a party,


And remembered what you said.


You told me not to drink, Mom,


so I had a sprite instead.


I felt proud of myself,


The way you said I would,


that I didn't drink and drive,


though some friends said I should.

I made a healthy choice,


And your advice to me was right.


The party finally ended,


and the kids drove out of sight.


I got into my car,


Sure to get home in one piece.


I never knew what was coming,

Mom, something I expected least.


Now I'm lying on the pavement,


And I hear the policeman say,


the kid that caused this wreck was drunk,


Mom, his voice seems far away.


My own blood's all around me,


As I try hard not to cry.


I can hear the paramedic say,

this girl is going to die.


I'm sure the guy had no idea,


While he was flying high.


Because he chose to drink and drive,


now I would have to die.


So why do people do it,

Mom Knowing that it ruins lives?


And now the pain is cutting me,


like a hundred stabbing knives.


Tell sister not to be afraid,

Mom Tell daddy to be brave.


And when I go to heaven,


Put ' Mommy's Girl' on my grave.


Someone should have taught him,


That it's wrong to drink and drive.


Maybe if his parents had,


I'd still be alive.


My breath is getting shorter,


Mom I'm getting really scared


These are my final moments,


and I'm so unprepared.


I wish that you could hold me Mom,


As I lie here and die.


I wish that I could say, 'I love you, Mom!'


So I love you and goodbye.