"There's no sin except for the stupidity" O. Wilde
Hi, my name's Carlotta, 15, I'm 100% italian thought I was born in New York...well, what to say?
I'm strange, complicated, bisexual, my favourite food is sushi, my best mate is my pen, i never go anywhere without my notebook and a big book as a company, and I'm pretty good at writing, even if sometimes I result such a bastard...well, maybe I am. Anyway I'm gonna be a doctor someday, so I don't need so much to be good at it.
My favourite clothes are panties, I've got 200!! I'm a pretty weird person, sooo moody. I can be happy one moment, and now and then become terribly angry or -worst- sad...
the thing I hate most is a lie bout feelings people feel for me.
the thing I love most is passion, without any control, that one that makes climb mountains and write poetries. I'm quite a rebel, means that i always get detention at school and at home too, but i love my daddy cause he gives me the things my bitchy mother does not: Love, Joy, Understanding, Comprension, Faith.
I think being a parent would be HELL if everyone was like me, but I think I make him proud of me often, and that's all I want.
My best pal is called Eleonora, she's in my class, and we never said to each other that we love each other, cause there are times you don't need to tell. She just knows, as I do.
My last boyfriend was a bastard, and my last girlfriend a bitch, so i decided that i'm not gonna look for love no more. If it comes it'll come by himself. I'm never ashamed of nothing, i'm very free, sexually speaking, and sometimes i like to be a bit vulgar, but not ever. I let people be themselves as long as they let me be myself. I don't know who I am, but the thing i most want in my life is to be the best ME i'll ever meet.
PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!
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 EMTs 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 didnt 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 im 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
HATE EMO / GOTH / PUNK?
READ THIS :
Isn't it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends,
you look down at the person with black jeans and studs but smile
at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that
barely covers anything?
Isn't it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and has her own style, you give her a mouthful?
Isn't it funny that a guy can get away with being a "gangsta" but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone?
Are you laughing?
Isn't it funny how an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
Isn't it funny that you don't mind your friends drinking or smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?
I'm not laughing.
It's so funny that you and your friends can make a girl's life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.
Isn't it funny that you can call emos, punks, and goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart?
HOW YOU CAN CALL A PERSON A POSER? HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON THEIR WRISTS AND WHY THEY SPEND THEIR LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OF LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS?
Keep on laughing.
Isn't it funny how you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this person's life...
Without knowing her situation with her friends...
Or her family...
Or her LIFE?
BRAVE ISN'T GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING.
BRAVE IS NOT SAYING A SPEECH...
OR DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND.
GOING TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY AND NOT-FOR A SECOND-CARE WHAT THE WHORES AROUND YOU ARE SAYING ABOUT YOUR CLOTHES.
IT'S LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND BEING PROUD OF IT.
IT'S GOING THROUGH EVERY DAY WITH THE THINGS PEOPLE SAY TO YOUR FACE AND BEHIND YOUR BACK AND YOU STILL KEEP QUIET.
IT'S KNOWING WHAT YOUR "FRIENDS" ARE SAYING ABOUT YOU AND STILL CALLING THEM YOUR FRIENDS.
BRAVE IS KNOWING THAT TOMORROW ISN'T A BRIGHT AND HAPPY FUTURE.
IT'S ANOTHER DAY OF BITCHING AND DODGING RUMORS.
Keep on laughing.
OH READ THIS ALSO!
"TRY NOT 2 CRY"
Mommy.. Johnny brought a gun to school,
He told his friends that it was cool,
And when he pulled the trigger back,
It shot with a great crack.
Mommy, I was a good girl, I did What I was told,
I went to school, I got straight A's, I even got the gold!
But Mommy, when I went to school that day,
I never said good-bye,
I'm sorry Mommy, I had to go, But Mommy, please don't cry.
When Johnny shot the gun, He hit me and another,
And all because Johnny, Got the gun from his older brother.
Mommy, please tell Daddy; That I love him very much,
And please tell Zack; my boyfriend; That it wasn't just a crush.
And tell my little sister; That she is the only one now,
And tell my dear sweet grandmother; I'll be waiting for her now,
And tell my wonderful friends; That they always were the best;
Mommy, I'm not the first, I'm no better than the rest.
: Mommy, tell my teachers; I won't show up for class,
And never to forget this, And please don't let this pass.
Mommy, why'd it have to be me? No one deserves this,
Mommy, warn the others, Mommy I left without a kiss.
And Mommy tell the doctors; I know they really did try,
I think I even saw a doctor, Trying not to cry.
Mommy, I'm slowly dying, With a bullet in my chest,
But Mommy please remember, I'm in heaven with the rest.
Mommy I ran as fast as I could,
When I heard that crack, Mommy, listen to me if you would,
I wanted to go to college, I wanted to try things that were new,
I guess I'm not going with Daddy, On that trip to the new zoo
I wanted to get married, I wanted to have a kid,
I wanted to be an actress, Mommy, I wanted to live.
But Mommy I must go now, The time is getting late,
Mommy, tell my Zack, I'm sorry but I had to cancel the date.
I love you Mommy, I always have, I know; you know it's true,
And Mommy all I wanted to say is, "Mommy, I love you."
****In Memory of The Columbine Students Who Were Lost****
Please if you would,
Pass this around,
I'd be happy if you could,
Don't smash this on the ground.
If you pass this on,
Maybe people will cry,
Just keep this in your heart,
For the people who didn't get to say "Good-bye".
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