Beauty has no face, love has no age. Beauty cant always decide who is your love, love cant always be real. Beauty is not always on the outside its on the inside; your heart, love is always somewhere in the air but not always in your air. Love isnt something that can always just happen, sometimes it takes time, and for some people it takes forever. Beauty cant choose who you love, your heart does, you do. Love knows no age or gender, people can love anyone they want. Whether its a girl loving a girl, a boy loving a boy, or just plain being bi. Nobody can choose who you love and nobody can choose your beauty but you, so choose what you look like and choose who you love. Dont let anyone choose for you, because it wont work out in a good way. Choose your path, choose your way, choose your life and live it the way you want.

A person is a person, but the difference between some people is that they have a kind heart. I know a person who has nothing but a kind heart, she is a kind person with a kind heart. She isnt like any of my other friends, she is much different. A person with a kind heart is always there for you, a person with a kind heart never gives up on a person no matter what. A person with a kind heart is like a sister, not a real sister but close enough to a sister. Someone with a kind heart is someone who you can totally trust. The person that I know who has a kind heart is the most trust worthy person I have ever known, and I always know that I can trust her with any secret. This person has a kind heart and i know that her heart will never change.

What happened to me was a tragedy, and i never want to go through it again. The person who hurt me so badly, was my mother. I needed help with something and my mom got tired of me asking her for help. So my mom got very angery and started coming at me and i ran but she caught me and then she started punching and kicking me. I screamed for help, but nobody heard me and nobody came to help. To this day ive lived in fear of her and i live in fear that one day she might do it again. If my mom moves towards me i move back, if she moves her arms toward me i flinch. There is basicly one thing im terrifyied of, and that is my mom.

Things you hear everyday of your life, can cause a flashback. Some good, but some are not what you want to see again. Flashbacks for me are rarely ever good. I close my eyes, and not only can I see the fear, I hear it to. I hear my screams of fear, I hear my cry for help, but nobody else can. My screams of fear are desperate because I'm being hurt. My screams of fear are terrifying, I try to open my eyes to get away from this terrifying nightmare, but my mind will not allow it. My mind controls me instead of me controling it. My screams of fear are finally gone. I open my eyes as if I had been dreaming, but this was no dream. It was a memory, a terrifying memory, it is and was and will forever always be my screams of fear.

never again will i let her do it again if she tries this time im stronger and i can fight back she will never hurt me again never again will i let her hurt me like she has she has caused to much pain she will never cause me this much pain again i was hurt by her she doesnt know the pain she has caused and she will never ever lay a hand on me again cause i am strong and she cant take that away from me life for me is pain and never again will i ever let anyone hurt me if they do they will regret it everone has there fears but mine is more than a fear its much more never again