eMO!
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About
My name is Mo (yes it actually is)
I like (not necessarily in this order) : music, reading, running, sleeping, hanging out with my friends, talking to people, nutella, french toast, italian and chinese food, my dog, boys, the color red
I don't like : when my computer doesn't work, macaroni and cheese, ppl who whine a lot, fighting, homeophobia, racism, etc.
What you would never guess about me: (this goes for if you saw me in person)- that I like the bands I do, because I don't dress like a lot of people who do. I walked into Hot Topic wearing a pink cableknit sweater, and got a really weird look from the purple-haired girl in there. I look preppy but I don't fit any specific stereotype.
Read my sister's story. Her name is jules rules and her story is Tell Me I'm a Bad Man. Come join the Black Parade. What could be better than a cult with MCR? Plus, I'm in it.
And read this one: Bob Bryar, My Cousin My friend Adele wrote it, and name explains itself.
Oh, I'm not done! (I never am) Read Kelly-elly-elly's, I Put the Fun in Funeral
92% of the teen population likes rap and hip-hop.
~If you're one of the 8% who listens to rock music, paste this in your profile.
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HOMEPHOBIA
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
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 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 woman who died when the EMT s 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. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS
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Suicide
Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out. Fine -- but before you kill yourself, consider these facts
Suicide is not usually successful.
You know a guaranteed way? Ask the 25yr old who tried to electrocute himself.
He lived. But, both of his arms are gone.
What about jumping? Ask John.
He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sence of humor.
That was before he lept from a building. Now, he's brain damaged and will always need care.
He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he knows he used to be normal.
What about pills? Ask the 12yr old with extensice liver damage from an overdose.
Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun?
Ask the 24yd old who shot himself in the head.
Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side.
He lived through his "foolproof" suicide.
You might too. But .. who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling?
Commercial cleaning companies may refuse the job
-- but someone has to do it. Who will cut you down from where you hung yourself, or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? :
Your father?
Your mother?
Your sister or brother?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will never completely recover.
They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family.
You do have other choices. There are people you can help you through this crisis.
Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police.
They will tell you there's hope. Maybe in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped?
Still want to do it?
Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later.
And we'll work with whatever you have left. There's always someone who will be there for you to talk things through even if it seems like no one is there for you.
Everything will get better, and it will be okay.
So whenever you are going to pick up that knife, or razor,
just think about all the people you are leaving behind, all the memories, and all the good times.
IF THIS TOUCHES YOU, REPOST IT
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Stereotyping
I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'de leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated highschool. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete evryone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be
-----------------------PICTURE
----------------------PERFECT...
If you believe stereotyping is wrong, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!!
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92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch decided breathing wasn't cool!!
~Put this is your profile if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing hysterically instead.
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The Ten Commandments of Gerard Way
1.Thou shall never let them take you alive.
2.Thou shall drink Starbucks coffee
3.Thou shall play World of Warcraft as an Undead Warrior
4.Thou shall admit that they are not okay freely
5.Thou shall unleash the fucking bats
6.Thou shall strike violent poses
7.Thou shall stay out of the light
8.Thou shall suck thy enemies blood
9.Thou shall overcome thy weaknesses
10.Thou shall not be afraid to keep on living
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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE BIBLE
x.Gerard Way puts the "laughter" in "manslaughter".
x. Mikey Way can slam revolving doors.
x. The chief export of The Frank Iero is pain.
x. Mikey Way counted to infinity...twice.
x. Frank Iero can divide by Zero.
x. The grass is always greener on the other side. Unless Gerard Way has been there, then its soaked with tears and blood.
x. The Frank Iero once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now The Islands.
x. Gerard Way sleeps with a night light. Not because Gerard Way is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Gerard Way.
x. Mikey Way is the reason Waldo is hiding.
x. A Tsunami is water running away from Bob Bryar.
x. Bob Bryar doesnt get brain freeze. Slurpees know when to back the fuck off.
x. Bob Bryar does not teabag the ladies. He potato-sacks them.
x. Mikey Way can speak braille.
x. Frank Iero jacks off to Monster Trucks.
x. Jeeves asks Ray Toro.
x. If The Bob Bryar is late, time better slow the fuck down.
x. Geico saved 15% a year by switching to Gerard Way.
x. Ray Toro went back in time and stopped the JFK assination by catching the bullet in mid air. JFK's head just exploded in sheer amazement.
x. Gerard Way has to sort his laundry into three loads: darks, whites, and bloodstains.
x. The most effective form of suicide known to man is to type "Frank Iero" into Google and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky!"
x. Jesus walked on water. Gerard Way walked on Jesus.
x. When Frank Iero gives you the finger, he's telling you how many seconds you have left to live.
x. Gerard Way doesn't use pickup lines, he simply says, "Now."
x. Mikey Way is like a Tsunami, if you can see him coming it's already too late.
x. Bob Bryar ate the Stay Puff Marshmellow man.
x. Ray Toro didn't vote for Pedro. He deported him.
x. When God said, "Let there be light", Gerard Way said, "say please."
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Please, Spare a moment to read this.:-
My name is Lilly
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 I 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 and 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 and 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 I 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 now 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 Lilly
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Lilly.
And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this story. And because you are affected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
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February 23, 2007: Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY My Chemical Romance performed, and I WAS THERE!
I like (not necessarily in this order) : music, reading, running, sleeping, hanging out with my friends, talking to people, nutella, french toast, italian and chinese food, my dog, boys, the color red
I don't like : when my computer doesn't work, macaroni and cheese, ppl who whine a lot, fighting, homeophobia, racism, etc.
What you would never guess about me: (this goes for if you saw me in person)- that I like the bands I do, because I don't dress like a lot of people who do. I walked into Hot Topic wearing a pink cableknit sweater, and got a really weird look from the purple-haired girl in there. I look preppy but I don't fit any specific stereotype.
Read my sister's story. Her name is jules rules and her story is Tell Me I'm a Bad Man. Come join the Black Parade. What could be better than a cult with MCR? Plus, I'm in it.
And read this one: Bob Bryar, My Cousin My friend Adele wrote it, and name explains itself.
Oh, I'm not done! (I never am) Read Kelly-elly-elly's, I Put the Fun in Funeral
92% of the teen population likes rap and hip-hop.
~If you're one of the 8% who listens to rock music, paste this in your profile.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
HOMEPHOBIA
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
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 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 woman who died when the EMT s 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. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"
---IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG... REPOST THIS
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Suicide
Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out. Fine -- but before you kill yourself, consider these facts
Suicide is not usually successful.
You know a guaranteed way? Ask the 25yr old who tried to electrocute himself.
He lived. But, both of his arms are gone.
What about jumping? Ask John.
He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sence of humor.
That was before he lept from a building. Now, he's brain damaged and will always need care.
He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he knows he used to be normal.
What about pills? Ask the 12yr old with extensice liver damage from an overdose.
Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go.
What about a gun?
Ask the 24yd old who shot himself in the head.
Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side.
He lived through his "foolproof" suicide.
You might too. But .. who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling?
Commercial cleaning companies may refuse the job
-- but someone has to do it. Who will cut you down from where you hung yourself, or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? :
Your father?
Your mother?
Your sister or brother?
The carefully worded "loving" suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will never completely recover.
They'll feel regret and an unending pain.
Suicide is contagious. Look around your family.
You do have other choices. There are people you can help you through this crisis.
Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police.
They will tell you there's hope. Maybe in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away.
You say you don't want to be stopped?
Still want to do it?
Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later.
And we'll work with whatever you have left. There's always someone who will be there for you to talk things through even if it seems like no one is there for you.
Everything will get better, and it will be okay.
So whenever you are going to pick up that knife, or razor,
just think about all the people you are leaving behind, all the memories, and all the good times.
IF THIS TOUCHES YOU, REPOST IT
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Stereotyping
I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'de leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated highschool. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete evryone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be
-----------------------PICTURE
----------------------PERFECT...
If you believe stereotyping is wrong, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
92% of the teen population would be dead if Abercrombie and Fitch decided breathing wasn't cool!!
~Put this is your profile if you are one of the 8% who would be laughing hysterically instead.
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The Ten Commandments of Gerard Way
1.Thou shall never let them take you alive.
2.Thou shall drink Starbucks coffee
3.Thou shall play World of Warcraft as an Undead Warrior
4.Thou shall admit that they are not okay freely
5.Thou shall unleash the fucking bats
6.Thou shall strike violent poses
7.Thou shall stay out of the light
8.Thou shall suck thy enemies blood
9.Thou shall overcome thy weaknesses
10.Thou shall not be afraid to keep on living
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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE BIBLE
x.Gerard Way puts the "laughter" in "manslaughter".
x. Mikey Way can slam revolving doors.
x. The chief export of The Frank Iero is pain.
x. Mikey Way counted to infinity...twice.
x. Frank Iero can divide by Zero.
x. The grass is always greener on the other side. Unless Gerard Way has been there, then its soaked with tears and blood.
x. The Frank Iero once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now The Islands.
x. Gerard Way sleeps with a night light. Not because Gerard Way is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Gerard Way.
x. Mikey Way is the reason Waldo is hiding.
x. A Tsunami is water running away from Bob Bryar.
x. Bob Bryar doesnt get brain freeze. Slurpees know when to back the fuck off.
x. Bob Bryar does not teabag the ladies. He potato-sacks them.
x. Mikey Way can speak braille.
x. Frank Iero jacks off to Monster Trucks.
x. Jeeves asks Ray Toro.
x. If The Bob Bryar is late, time better slow the fuck down.
x. Geico saved 15% a year by switching to Gerard Way.
x. Ray Toro went back in time and stopped the JFK assination by catching the bullet in mid air. JFK's head just exploded in sheer amazement.
x. Gerard Way has to sort his laundry into three loads: darks, whites, and bloodstains.
x. The most effective form of suicide known to man is to type "Frank Iero" into Google and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky!"
x. Jesus walked on water. Gerard Way walked on Jesus.
x. When Frank Iero gives you the finger, he's telling you how many seconds you have left to live.
x. Gerard Way doesn't use pickup lines, he simply says, "Now."
x. Mikey Way is like a Tsunami, if you can see him coming it's already too late.
x. Bob Bryar ate the Stay Puff Marshmellow man.
x. Ray Toro didn't vote for Pedro. He deported him.
x. When God said, "Let there be light", Gerard Way said, "say please."
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Please, Spare a moment to read this.:-
My name is Lilly
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 I 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 and 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 and 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 I 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 now 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 Lilly
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
There are thousands of kids out there just like Lilly.
And you can help.
Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be affected by this story. And because you are affected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.
Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
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February 23, 2007: Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY My Chemical Romance performed, and I WAS THERE!
omg i lurve ur pro and ur name eMo! lol cuz ur names mo lol =]
ForgottenxTeenager45, December 20th, 2007 at 07:20:51am
hey wassup? you hardly talk no more! =[
Im.Just.Me-.-, October 27th, 2007 at 06:01:26pm
hey wassup? you hardly talk no more! =[
Im.Just.Me-.-, October 27th, 2007 at 06:01:25pm