To help yourself you must be yourself. Be the best you can be when you make a mistake learn from it, pick yourself up and move on. the only person who know about yourself is you and do not be afraid to be awesome because sometimes being weird and unique is good.
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Blood is thicker than water!!! Water flows, blood not. If it flows, we are upset and we faint. Blood relation also??? why not a son faints if father and mother are in a pool of blood.. or in the hospital as patients starving for food? You don't care for your friends who helped you and now in need of help. They are beggars for you and not when you took the help from them. Lot like this. Why blood is less thicker than water?
Has anyone ever had the bone crushing, heart breaking feeling? When you thought you could trust someone and that trust was shattered? Or how bout when your best friend that you trusted the most tells your crush that you love him? It feels like my longs have collapsed and my heart stopped beating I really loved him and he sayed he didn't know who I was. I feel dead. I'm in my fith hour class almost crying and I don't... mehr anzeigen
Has anyone ever had the bone crushing, heart breaking feeling? When you thought you could trust someone and that trust was shattered? Or how bout when your best friend that you trusted the most tells your crush that you love him? It feels like my longs have collapsed and my heart stopped beating I really loved him and he sayed he didn't know who I was. I feel dead. I'm in my fith hour class almost crying and I don't understand how the people you love the most never love you back? Please help me understand.
The hardest thing is choosing the right person to love. When we're young, love comes easily and at light speed. We're drawn to those who we perceive as being beautiful, whether it's a physical attractiveness, or a beauty that comes from the right set of traits - an amazing sense... mehr anzeigen
The hardest thing is choosing the right person to love. When we're young, love comes easily and at light speed. We're drawn to those who we perceive as being beautiful, whether it's a physical attractiveness, or a beauty that comes from the right set of traits - an amazing sense of humor, unusual athleticism, kind behavior, even popularity or what we think of as tragic flaws.
Whatever the reason, when we meet those who make our hearts beat a little faster, our breath a little shorter, or our emotions catch fire, we go blind. Only our outer eye and fantasy circuits seem to work for a while, while common sense, wisdom, and the ability to take good advice get covered under a lead blanket.
Every once in a while, that rush of what we think of as love will - miraculously - bring us to the right person, and the result will be a forever friendship that can easily turn to eternal love. But most of the time, that love will instead become a cruel teacher, one that shows us the dangers of making all the wrong choices and thereby - hopefully - teach us to make better ones the next time.
When we're young, our emotions are flames, chemicals in our brains that don't understand moderation. They scream, "Yes! Yes! Do this! Doesn't it feel awesome?" They don't listen to the calmer voice saying, "Hold on a minute. Have you noticed how this person has treated others like you? How he (or she) seems to leave broken hearts behind everywhere?" But the fire inside that makes every little thing seem like life or death, that rips through our feelings with no regard for intellect, blocks out that calmer voice and plays with the physical reactions we get when we're attracted to another. Enhances them. Make them seem more important than anything else and disregards the folly of instant gratification.
Thus, when we're young, we find ourselves learning the hard way that we aren't here to "fix" other people, or to change them, or to convince them that they want what they think they don't. We aren't here to melt them into something that will love only us and no other, and why? Because they're experiencing that same intense conflict within, and because we all grow up in different circumstances, what might seem the right road to one, is entirely wrong and undesirable for another.
So we get our hearts broken. We think we can't breathe, that our hearts are going to stop, that we're going to fall apart and die. Yet somehow the human race, despite nearly every member of it having gone through this horrible set of feelings at least once, continues to thrive. And anyone who insists that suicide or the physical release found in cutting is going to make it easier, is lying. All that does is feed the flames, making us addicted to the non-solution of distraction.
Those who get through these trying times, do so because they tap into that almost unlimited source of inner power we all have - the human spirit. Every one of us is worth more than the sorrow, more than the pain, more than the false accusation that we're worthless because someone failed us. That means we aren't the failures - the ones rejecting our tender, pure hearts are the failures. And they'll have to contend with their own darkness. It is up to them to fix it, and not up to the ones they've hurt.
The lyrics of an old song go, "Everyone is beautiful in their own way..." Yes. We are. Push the fire away and seek the cool peace of self-worth. That's what got me through. ')
For sure. My brother and I were both adopted (he's not related to me by blood, either), but I had an amazing, happy childhood with parents - and a brother - who loved me, and who I loved, every bit a much as if we were their natural children. My brother is the most wonderful guy... mehr anzeigen
For sure. My brother and I were both adopted (he's not related to me by blood, either), but I had an amazing, happy childhood with parents - and a brother - who loved me, and who I loved, every bit a much as if we were their natural children. My brother is the most wonderful guy on the planet, and I wouldn't trade him for a "real" one ever.
In fact, I never even looked for my birth parents, because as far as I was concerned, the ones I had were my real ones. My mom told me when I was about three that she didn't have me - she chose me. And that, as Robert Frost once said, has made all the difference. ')
16 year old boy asks his Mom: "Mom, what are you going to get me for my 18th birthday?" The Mother answers, "son that's still a long way" . The boy turns 17 and one day he faints. His Mom takes him to the hospital and the doctor said "Madam your child has a bad heart." Being the child On the stretcher the child says, "Did she tell you I'm going to die?" Mom Starts crying The boy finally recovers on his 18th Birthday, he comes home and on his... mehr anzeigen
16 year old boy asks his Mom: "Mom, what are you going to get me for my 18th birthday?" The Mother answers, "son that's still a long way" . The boy turns 17 and one day he faints. His Mom takes him to the hospital and the doctor said "Madam your child has a bad heart." Being the child On the stretcher the child says, "Did she tell you I'm going to die?" Mom Starts crying The boy finally recovers on his 18th Birthday, he comes home and on his bed was a letter his mom had left him. The letter said "Son if you are reading this it's because everything went well. Remember the day you asked me what was I giving you on your 18th birthday and didn't know what to answer you? Well, I gave you my heart take care of it, and happy Birthday Son" The mother was dead because she had to give up her heart to her son. Nothing is bigger than a mom's Heart... ~If you are touched please repost this on your profile.
Dear Bullies, You see that 15 year old girl holding hands with her one year old son you called a slut? She was raped at 13. You see that boy crying you made fun of for being a cry baby? His best friend commited suicide last night. You see that girl that you made fun of for having all those bruises? She is abused by her parents. You see that bald woman you made fun of? She is dying of breast cancer. You see that old man you... mehr anzeigen
Dear Bullies, You see that 15 year old girl holding hands with her one year old son you called a slut? She was raped at 13. You see that boy crying you made fun of for being a cry baby? His best friend commited suicide last night. You see that girl that you made fun of for having all those bruises? She is abused by her parents. You see that bald woman you made fun of? She is dying of breast cancer. You see that old man you called ugly? He had a serious injury on his face in the war. You see that man you make fun of for having all those burns? He ran into a burning hospital to save his dead daughter. You see that girl you called fat? She is starving herself. You see that boy you called stupid? He has down syndrome. Like this status and re-post if you are against bullying. I bet half of you won't re-post this
I don't understand why people don't know how i feel i don't know why love hurting me you don't know what i mean?
I get hurt when people are hurt when people hurt another person hate people for no reason i do say i hate people but i don't mean it Am sorry if i hurt anyone it hurt me when i hurt people
i feel your pain and am really sorry you don't wanna forgive me? ok it ur choice
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The hardest thing is choosing the right person to love. When we're young, love comes easily and at light speed. We're drawn to those who we perceive as being beautiful, whether it's a physical attractiveness, or a beauty that comes from the right set of traits - an amazing sense... mehr anzeigen
The hardest thing is choosing the right person to love. When we're young, love comes easily and at light speed. We're drawn to those who we perceive as being beautiful, whether it's a physical attractiveness, or a beauty that comes from the right set of traits - an amazing sense of humor, unusual athleticism, kind behavior, even popularity or what we think of as tragic flaws.
Whatever the reason, when we meet those who make our hearts beat a little faster, our breath a little shorter, or our emotions catch fire, we go blind. Only our outer eye and fantasy circuits seem to work for a while, while common sense, wisdom, and the ability to take good advice get covered under a lead blanket.
Every once in a while, that rush of what we think of as love will - miraculously - bring us to the right person, and the result will be a forever friendship that can easily turn to eternal love. But most of the time, that love will instead become a cruel teacher, one that shows us the dangers of making all the wrong choices and thereby - hopefully - teach us to make better ones the next time.
When we're young, our emotions are flames, chemicals in our brains that don't understand moderation. They scream, "Yes! Yes! Do this! Doesn't it feel awesome?" They don't listen to the calmer voice saying, "Hold on a minute. Have you noticed how this person has treated others like you? How he (or she) seems to leave broken hearts behind everywhere?" But the fire inside that makes every little thing seem like life or death, that rips through our feelings with no regard for intellect, blocks out that calmer voice and plays with the physical reactions we get when we're attracted to another. Enhances them. Make them seem more important than anything else and disregards the folly of instant gratification.
Thus, when we're young, we find ourselves learning the hard way that we aren't here to "fix" other people, or to change them, or to convince them that they want what they think they don't. We aren't here to melt them into something that will love only us and no other, and why? Because they're experiencing that same intense conflict within, and because we all grow up in different circumstances, what might seem the right road to one, is entirely wrong and undesirable for another.
So we get our hearts broken. We think we can't breathe, that our hearts are going to stop, that we're going to fall apart and die. Yet somehow the human race, despite nearly every member of it having gone through this horrible set of feelings at least once, continues to thrive. And anyone who insists that suicide or the physical release found in cutting is going to make it easier, is lying. All that does is feed the flames, making us addicted to the non-solution of distraction.
Those who get through these trying times, do so because they tap into that almost unlimited source of inner power we all have - the human spirit. Every one of us is worth more than the sorrow, more than the pain, more than the false accusation that we're worthless because someone failed us. That means we aren't the failures - the ones rejecting our tender, pure hearts are the failures. And they'll have to contend with their own darkness. It is up to them to fix it, and not up to the ones they've hurt.
The lyrics of an old song go, "Everyone is beautiful in their own way..." Yes. We are. Push the fire away and seek the cool peace of self-worth. That's what got me through. ')
Thank you thank you so much
You're very welcome. Be powerful! ')