rback09
Trust male - 18 years, football locker room, United States
Blog 6
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this is freagin cool
Now, this is freaky i tryed it with a m8 and it dus tell truth ...DO NOT CHEAT (You'll kick yourself later) I was a little skeptical trying this, but if you follow the instructions to the "t" you'll be surprised!!!!
All of my answers were accurate. We'll see tomorrow if the wish comes true. I'll let you know. Take 3 minutes and try this...it will freak you out! The person who sent it to me said her wish came true stright after they tryed it. BUT NO CHEATING! This game has a funny/spooky/true outcome.
Don't read ahead...just do it in order! It takes about three minutes...it's worth a try
First..get a pen and paper. When you actually choose names, make sure it's people you actually know and go with your first instinct.
Scroll down one line at a time...and don't read ahead or you'll ruin it!
1. First, write the numbers 1 through 11 in a column.
2. Then, beside numbers 1 and 2, write down any two numbers you want.
3. Beside the 3 and 7, write down the names of members of the opposite sex.
NO LOOKING AHEAD...OR IT WON"T TURN OUT RIGHT!
4. Write anyone's name (like friends or family....) in the 4th, 5th,
and 6th spots.
5. Write down four song titles in 8,9,10, and 11.
GO WITH YOUR INSTINCT PEOPLE!!!!
6. Finally, make a wish.
And now the key for the game.....
1. You must tell (the number in space 2) people about this game.
2. The person in space 3 is the one that you love.
3. The person in 7 is one you like but can't work out.
4. You care most about the person you put in 4
5. The person you name in number 5 is the one who knows you very well.
6. The person you name in 6 is your lucky star.
7. The song in 8 is the song that matches with the person in number 3.
8. The title in 9 is the song for the person in 7.
9. The tenth space is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.
10. and 11 is the song telling you how you feel about life
NOW...put this on ur syt within the hour you read this...IF you do ur dream will come true -
The Unspoken
I am here writing this to tell everything that has happened in the last 12 years. When I was four my birth parents had a divorce which as I have said before caused hatred within me. I previously wrote a passage about my hatred, and I am here now to talk about the unspoken things of my past. As young a young child at the ago of four I was a wreck. I don’t remember much about my life, but I am here to tell you what has impacted my life enough for it to be engraved into my mind.
I was constantly abused at a young age until I was in my teen years. The first to start the cycle of abuse was my blood mother. My mother was addicted to more drugs than I could count to at that time. She also had many men come into her life besides my father. I was not only abused by her, but by the men with her. I saw and did things that a kid should never have to go through.
When I was very young I was taught how to use a gun. This was often a form of fun, shooting each other. I watched countless times as my mom had sex, took varieties of drugs, steal things even if it was from my brother and I, strip countless cars (even our own) to get the next dose of drugs.
I can remember often having to go outside to grab the branch in which I was about to get whipped with. If it wasn’t a big enough branch my mother would go find a bigger one. Most of the time she would grab the closest object to hit me with. My step-brother was either hitting, drop-kicking, or shooting with a BB gun towards me.
I often remember being locked up, and when sick with anything, I would be left in the bathtub for hours even a day her or there. If you are starting to wonder where my father is during this whole time, he is working his butt off. Due to this, my family was left without a father. He would work from early in the morning to late hours in the night or even the morning. So most of the time I never saw him except fro rare occasions or when he woke us up in the middle of the night to talk to us.
A lot of the time we wouldn’t have anything to eat because my mother used the money to get more drugs. This is how my younger childhood had consisted of. My father remarried when I was eight to my first step-mom. Things were okay for about a year in which all things seemed to get better. I found that soon came to an end. This woman had a piercing tongue in which she would cut you down verbally. This is where it was mainly verbal abuse for about three or four months.
Then she also resorted to physical abuse. This is why I had a hard time with talking to women because I was abused greatly by women as a child up until I was thirteen. I feel and believe that no child should have to go through either physical or emotional abuse. I honestly don’t believe that abuse from siblings is necessary either.
My older brother often beat me up when we got into fights which occurred a lot. Some people expect siblings to beat each other up because it is in our genes. That might be true, but I think that when you start having constant bruises and the fights start to draw blood, then a line has been crossed. I understand my brother was hurt through his life also and I was just a vent, and he did it out of anger. He would stop in the middle of beating me up sometimes and realize what he was doing.
Once again you are probably wondering where the father is, working, to provide food, clothing, and shelter. This marriage lasted until I was thirteen. While my brother and I were at uplift in 2004, she left with everything besides what little was in my brother and my room.
We decided to move to Duncanville halfway through my seventh grade year, in which I lived with just my Grandma. Everything seemed perfect, although I was considerably overweight, I seemed to be happy. That summer our father decided to move back to Irving. That school year, eight grade, my father married my old choir teacher which was fine with me. My father has been married to her for nearly two and a half years. This next part is really for my father, but feel free to read it.
If anyone needs to talk about something that has been bothering them I would be honored if you would come talk to me because most likely I will understand what you are going through. To those who read this please pray for not only my family but for the rest of the kids out there who do have to go through with this.
I don’t call you dad throughout this whole thing because I don’t know you and you don’t know me. Through your absence I felt neglected from you. I respect you for working so hard for us to keep us from going to adoption homes and providing clothing, food, and shelter. Regardless, I feel forced tell you I love you or call you Dad. I feel that you need to stop using the past as an excuse to me or Frank when we tell you something you do not like or do not want to hear. But through your neglection which has been consistent up until a couple of years ago, I have had no relationship with you. I have had no feelings toward you, but I feel forced to show you emotion. My last thought for you is stop using the past to hinder us from our future.
My love to all of those, whom have read this,
Ronald Elvis Wright -
Hatred
my weekends been full of tears, emotional breakdowns, and anything you want to relate to hurting
my story starts ten years back, but its a little long and so i dont know if u want to hear it all so yeah if u do its a long story and u probably have more important things to do
it started about 10-11 years ago when i was 4 years old, my parents got a divorce, from that point i have had a hatred for just everything, and ever since then my hatred has snowballed into just an immense hatred for everything, well my safe haven became the church i go to, i have been able to go there whenever i needed to, ive gone to that church my whole life, but my dad got remarried when i was 8 and we moved to irving and it felt like my heart had just been ripped from me, so my hatred for everything grew and i hated everything, well to shorten the story my step mom left with everything except the house and some of my brothers things and mine, and one of the cars, so we had to start from scratch again, so the hatred i had for things grew more that this was happening again, well we kept on going, my dad, my older brother, and me, well the years went by, it was my 7th grade year and i joined football to help release some amount of anger,
but the second semester we moved back to duncanville and we went to school there and lived life down there with a great house on 5 acres of land and i was close to the church and was able to be more active in the youth group, I was finally back where i wanted to be, with the ones i loved (the church) and i was just finally at some amount of peace within me, well after that school year my dad decided to uproot and move back to irving, my heart had been ripped from me once again, the pain i felt was so piercing and fierce, well my anger and hatred for everything rose to another level and the snowball just kept going, so since then my grades have been dropping slowly, and a while went by, now i was in high school and i felt so much hatred for everything around me and just everything i looked just arose a hatred within me, well i was always keeping myself busy with football, always working out to release anger, but it only could do so much, this process has continued up until now,
my brother he has been driving me to church every sunday, and he ran away last sunday, and it felt that my only connection to duncanville had just been cut off from me and my hatred for satan for God for life in general was immensly increased to where i was no longer happy at any moment, and everytime my dad asked why my grades were going down when football season was over, i just wanted to yell at him and throw it in his face that it was because of him and he was the reason, but he has never listened to anything i have said, anything by older brother or younger brother said, anything his wife said, and he couldnt even begin to understand how much hatred i had for everything around me, my life has been controlled by hatred for the last 10/11 years, i have always been good at meeting new people and it killed me to meet them, every time i met someone new, i wanted to meet them and get to know them, but the hatred i had inside of me was so immense because it had snowball effected
for so long that i had so much hatred for everything and everyone that i feared that in the end i would just hurt that person, and when i did finally hurt that person, i felt so much anger for myself because i couldnt stop myself, and yet at the same time i was ready to kill that person at the same time, i know you might think i sound psychotic but that anger and hatred had been torturing me for nearly eleven years, everyday i could feel anger within me just wanting to come out and just completly obliterate everything in this entire lifetime, and so the only time i felt at peace was at duncanville with the youth group/church and playing football, and my hatred has kept me from being able to move on in life and it has kept me from living to the full potential, and everytime a friend had told me how great their life was, i would feel so much hatred towards God, because i didnt understand why i couldnt have been in their shoes, and i being a christian was supposed to be there for
everyone else and i have just been that rock for everyone else in my life and a couple of weeks ago the person that was my rock died, and then the other rock in my life died
and then my brother ran away
and the hatred i felt for everything
but after a financial seminar i went to yesterday from 1-7, my mom and i started talking on the way home and i just had to let everything out i told her everything i told you and more
and today was the first time ive seen my brother in a week
and i had to leave in the middle of service and just go to the bathroom and had another emotional breakdown just as i type these words to you, my two best friends dads walked into the bathroom and i told them what im telling you, and ur the fourth person to hear my pain, my story, my life story, and i made a promise that no matter what i will never make my children go through what i had to, i want to be that father that my children can come to when they need someone to listen, i want to be the one they come crying to after a broken relationship, to be the one that tells them everything will be okay, to be the one they come to in tears and can tell me that they did something bad but they know i will forgive them, and i just hope that I can be a millionth of the father to them as christ is to us -
tired and sore
just to let everybody know if ur tlking 2 me and i seem out of it, it is because im tired and sore because i have to workout 4 football Monday-Thursday from 7-10 or so, and we end up sprinting at least 2 1/2 miles a day, which sucks, yall should try it some time, haha, but if i stop tlking im just letting u know i most likely fell asleep
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fight
i just nearlly got into a fight yesterday we were doing one-on-one and im a lineman, well i was going up a defensive guy and hes a junior about to b senior and the ball was snapped and i blocked him and right before the whistle he took a wrong step and i threw him on the ground, so i just turned around and was walking away and he cheap shotted me by hitting me in the back, and so yeah my back kinda hurts cause hes the 6th strongest guy in our program and i would have preferred not to have been hit in the back, oh well
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Whats your Name?
2. Are we close?
3. What do you think of me?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would u kiss me?
6. whats the furthest you would go with me?
7. Describe me in 3 words?
8. If u Had Me for 30 Mins wat would you do?
9. What was ur first impression of me?
10. Do u still think the same?
11.. What reminds u of me?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do u know me?
14. What do u like best about me?
15. Ever wanted 2 tell me something u could'nt?
16. Could you ever love me?
17. Give me a nickname and explain why?
18.R u gona put this on ur blog and c wat i say bout u?
19.Anything 2 say b4 u go?
