Hey guys I'm just going to share some information about me. And maybe some quotes.

Name: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS

Age: an age that you don't know ;)

Favorite Artist: ANNE-MARIE. She is amazing. I love her songs.

Favorite Song: Unsteady by X-Ambassadors, I love that band too. Then by Anne-Marie. Wolves/Back to you by Selena Gomez. I also love Heart Attack by Demi Lovato.

Favorite Things to do: Reading, Writing, Listening to Music

Favorite Books: PJO, Princess Diaries, Harry Potter

Favorite Authors: Meg Cabot, Rick Riordan, Another Wise Girl xx

Books I want to read: Mortal Instruments, Hobbit, Hunger Games, Lord of the Rings, Maze runners You get the idea;)

All of my stories are dedicated and inspired by Another Wise Girl xx. She is my idol. You should go and check out her stories. She really inspired me and I just want to say thank you to her. Her stories are what I aspire mine to be like. My profile is also made from some quotes from her own profile. She is an amazing author. I think you should really go and support her.

Some Beautiful Quotes:

”I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not”

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK," he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!" Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices: 1) Repost this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

Dear bullies,

See that boy doing his homework in homeroom? Last night he Talked his friend out of suicide.

See that girl you just called fat? She is starving herself.

See that old man you made fun of cause of the ugly scars? He fought for our country.

See that young boy you must made fun of for always being sick? He has to walk home in the snow cause his family is too poor.

See that girl you made fun of for wearing lots of make-up? You bullied her for being ugly without it too.

Re-Post this if you are against bullying. I bet 95% of you won't. Your life would probably not be as harsh as theirs.

A 15 year old girl holds hands with her one-year-old son. People call her a slut. Nobody knows she was raped at the age of 13. People call another guy fat. Nobody knows he has a serious disease causing him to be overweight. People call an old man ugly. Nobody knew he had a serious injury to his face while fighting for our country in the war. Re-post this if you are against bullying and stereotyping. I bet 95% of you won't.

The girl you just called fat?

She is over dosing on diet pills.
The girl you just called ugly?
She spends hours putting makeup on hoping people will like her.
The boy you just tripped?
He is abused enough at home.
See that man with the ugly scars?
He fought for his country.
That boy you just made fun of for crying?
His mother is dying.

You think you know them. Guess what? You DON'T! Re-post if you are against bullying. 98% percent of you wont repost if you are the two percent that have a heart Cel or TheGirlWhoCan'tLetGo, committed suicide on the third of April.

She was bashed so much by haters on fanfiction, told she should die by them.

She is dead now.

I invite you to join me in a time of silence, mourning Cel.

Leave your name here and post this on your profile if you think that this is unfair and people should be against bullying and cyber bullying:

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