Hi :)
My name is April, and I'm 17
My favorite color is blue ;)
Interests:
Drawing, writing, listening to music, anything involving being creative.
I love thunderstorms, I will stand outside soaking wet just because It makes me smile.
I've been told I'm funny, and I enjoy making people smile and laugh.
The moon
~It enchants, mystifies, and intrigues me~
I love nature, and sometimes the small beautiful things that are overlooked so much leave me speechless, and all I can do is smile.
I have only cast a handful of spells, and the advice I have to give is merely a common saying.
"A little Faith goes a long way."
I am friendly, I do not bite...hard ;D So If you have a facebook, or just want to be friends, feel free to message me, or add me.
Belief: God. The only one..
I do not believe in organized religion.
So I do not go to church :/
But I can still believe XD
Have a Lovely day ;D
you say Rihanna - I say Creedence Clearwater Revival
you say Lil Wayne - I say Pink Floyd
you say Lady Gaga - I say The Beatles
you say Eminem - I say Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
you hug a cut-out poster of Hannah Montana - I hug a tree.
So maybe I'm old school, but we need to bring back the people who really MADE music, with all of the soul and meaning that some lack today. :)
If you're against child abuse, copy the following:
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My name is Chris
I am 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 I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't do a wrong
I can't speak at all
Or else I'm locked up
All day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called
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
Calls me ugly words,
He says it's my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And run to 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 it?s now much too late.
His face has been twisted
Into an unimaginable shape.
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 Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
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Try no to cry and repost if you too are aginst Child Abuse
