RESPECT the Differences"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." The Declaration of IndependenceI will not speak of religion; I have no right to that. I'm agnostic. I will not speak of sins and commandments and gods; I follow only the question of "Right or Wrong?" It is wrong to kill, for instance, but it is not wrong to love my parents (even if it IS tough sometimes). I will not tell you how to live your life; I would not want you telling me how to live mine. I will attempt to respect you and your beliefs; I only ask that you show me that same respect in return.I will now get the inevitable questions out of the way. I am bisexual, and I have a loving, gentle (mostly *chuckles*), understanding girlfriend. My parents do know about my sexuality (though my mother always seems to be under the impression that I'm lesbian, rather than bi), an
Taped over her heartNote smeared with blood:I'm sorry.
Who she isFrom her straightened, black hair, to her smeared eyeliner, her frowning lips, her slouching shoulders, her fall out boy T-shirt, her gloved arms, to her legs, positioned in an awkward stance, her feet clad in converse. She is a person. She has feelings as anyone else does. But they don't see her. They don't notice that she has emotions. That she can think for herself. To them she is a freak because she is different. They don't give a shit. She wants to care less. She knows she's different. She's bipolar, she's bulimic, she harms herself, she's got low self-esteem. Her problems keep growing. She sits in her room and she cries and she cries. Strumming her guitar, her only friend. She has dreams of being famous. Of making it with her band made of people like her. She writes songs of broken hearts of lost souls. She hopes someday they will inspire people going through what she is now. She smiles for a moment thinking of what she could be. But she frowns not long after. All the bad things