Hey you can call me renee.(so ya im a girl no questions asked)

my friends describe me as:Caring, loud, pop star, good listener yet at the same time not a good listener, and i apparently have a dont mess

with me attitude. i also move my hands around when i talk, i ramble somtimes and i might talk to myself occasionally... okay every minute im

alone. like five minutes ago. i was talking to my self about my active imagination. im four plus ten years old oh my birthday is August 4th

1995, my gandmothers birthday. i read manga watch anime: Sailor Moon is awsome can't touch it. My cousin got me stuck on yaoi so now i am in love with and have two friends who also are in love with yaoi. go figure. i think thats it. for this,

IM a freshman! Damn! high schools not actually that scary... . .

Did you have Campbell's soup today? (she answers yes/no) Because you're
lookin' mmm... mmm... good!

MY FRIENDS:

Julianne: i call her juju. shes my mexican b. my other bestest bff.(we got divorced)

Sabreen: my other B. my bestest friend eva. my first wife

Megan: my adopted sister - she has a account luv'nlife101 theres not really anything yet but ya

Michael: a Wierdo my husband this month..

Robert: a weirdo who acts gay

Angelica: an amazing friend

Riley: myfriend whos bi. one of my many wifes.

Friends help you move; real friends help you move the body. (My friends would abide by this one)

FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall.

BEST FRIENDS: Keeps on walking saying, "Walk much, dumb ass?"

FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.

BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Run - beep - run!"(megan)

FRIENDS: Would bail you out of jail.

BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN!" we messed up! (cough sabreen,juju,cough)

FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.

BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial. (me)

FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.

BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

FRIENDS: Will be there to take your drink away from you when they think you've had enough.

BEST FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Girl drink the rest of that ! You know we don't waste!(EVERY SINGLE ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND ME):

i am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.
I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.
I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong

Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a tshirt that barely covers anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music! taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music! and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a gangsta but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone?

Are you laughing?

Isnt it funny how an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

ISNT IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music! you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

Im not laughing!

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISNT IT FUNNY that you can call the emos, punks and the goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

ISNT IT FUNNY HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS.

KEEP ON LAUGHING!

Isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life

without knowing her situation with her friends

or her family

or her LIFE

BRAVE IS NOT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING

BRAVE IS NOT
SAYING A SPEECH

BRAVE IS NOT
DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND

BRAVE IS. . .

. . . . . LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND
_BEING PROUD OF IT.

KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS.

GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET.

GOING TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY AND NOT FOR A SECOND CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES.

BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMOROW ISNT A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE, ITS ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS.

KEEP ON LAUGHING.