d0 y0u tHiNk ThIs Is L0v3?

If s0m30n3 t3ll y0u th3y in l0v3 with y0u. And y0u say h0w d0 y0u kn0w. Th3y say b3caus3 i will di3 f0r y0u, kill f0r y0u, and giv3 bl00d f0r y0u. Y0u always th3r3 wh3n i n33d y0u. Y0u ar3 th3 first thing i think ab0ut as s00n as i g3t up in the m0rning. I list3n t0 y0 ring t0n3 (0n3 wish) all day. B3caus3 y0u ar3 my 0n3 wish. With0ut y0u my lif3 is inc0mpl3t3 it has n0 p0int. Y0u mak3 m3 wh0l3. Wh3n y0u mak3 m3 mad i think 0f s0m3thing g00d y0u did t0 f0rgiv3 y0u. Y0u th3 0nly p3rs0n i can r3ally say th3m w0rds t0 with0ut lying 0r think ab0ut lying. Thats h0w i kn0w. D0 y0u think thats tru3 l0v3?

An Event That Seemed Bad But Turned Out To Be Good....

The thing in my life that seen to be bad was when i was at school one day and grades was coming out next week. I thought i was getting a straight F's in my class. Because i was missing classes and missing work. But when i got my grades i was getting A's, B's and C's on my report card. i thank my teacher's for helping me focus and prepare for the final's...

*~* My winter break experience and New years' resolutions*~*

My friend has a problem and i help over christmas break now this is her story. I couldn't sleep. It was in my stomach - or, rather, it was not in my stomach. I was hungry and it was keeping me awake, but I didn't dare eat a bite. It was 11:30 at night... way too late to eat, because if I did, I would fall asleep and wouldn't burn the calories. Thirty-five hundred excess calories means an extra pound of body weight , so an extra 500 calories a day can mean I get fatter. That would be the worst. I was a very good eater. I ran cross country and would always come home hungry from real exercise. My team had pasta feeds all the time, and they became events I looked forward to. I had fun and I never really thought anything of my weight, except for when I looked at my skinny teammates who ran faster than I did.
When I started college, I had a roommate who was also a cross country runner in high school. She joined the university team, and in high school, her team was the top in the state. I admired her talent and determination and wanted to learn her secrets.She taught me a lot about nutrition. They were things I had never heard about before, like the best times to eat, how eating more slowly can be healthier, and about the science behind working out and dining. When we ate on campus, she was very selective about what she ate, and I would pay close attention to her habits. I even went out on runs with her and the team in an effort to be a better runner. She certainly didn't encourage anorexia; she merely taught me about working out efficiently, and about eating for better health.
However, I really took her advice to heart and took a good look at my own eating habits. Before college, I was known as "the vulture" or "the vacuum" in my family because I would eat anything other people didn't. I soon came to the realization that I was not a healthy eater at all, and I should change some things if I were to run faster and stronger.
I started cutting back on food and watching what I did eat. I would give others my desserts and went on more runs. As I ate less, I saw that I really didn't need to eat that much; I could run just as well, and could get through the day just fine. I was amazed.
Not only that, but I was losing weight pretty quickly, and it was pretty evident. Pants that I had to squeeze into could be slipped on without unbuttoning them. People were complimenting me and my body; I wasn't fat before, but my weight was near the top quarter of the healthy weight range for my height and build.
I started working out every day, running on treadmills until random people in the gym commented on my intensity. If I didn't get a change to work out at my regular time (5:30 a.m.), I would be cranky or distracted until I could. If I ate something with more calories or fat than I liked, I would work out more. I wasn't happy unless I worked out enough. Sometimes I would go two or three times a day. I started living in my gym clothes. However, I wouldn't use weights or machines because I could build muscle, which would result in more weight. I was the definition of discipline.
I really limited my meals as well. I would find a few items in the morning, like an apple and a plain sandwich, and tell myself those were the only things I could eat that day. I would eat a half a sandwich so slowly and regretfully, knowing I'd have to burn those calories off later. My preportioned meals became smaller and smaller (I was able to go on a couple of bites of food a day), but the compliments increased. "You look really great!" friends would say. "What's your secret?"
I certainly took pride in my emerging six pack. I would look at my female peers and think about how much more they weighed than I did (how terrible to look at my friends that way!). I really noticed weight in others, and I would work out with the satisfaction that I was not fat. I wouldn't eat sweets my friends made, no matter how much they tried to tempt me. I didn't eat my friend's amazing banana bread! Man.
My bras got smaller... which was a shock and a tragedy. I was more tired. My period even disappeared, which is something that happens when you lose too much weight. I didn't know that until later, however, and remained puzzled in the meantime.
Then I went home for winter break. My mom was so concerned with my weight that she would confront me about it constantly, sometimes yelling and involving others, demanding they agree that I was too skinny. I denied that I was anorexic over and over again, and was confused by her concern.
She made an appointment for me to go to the doctor, and she even followed my car to the freeway to make sure I went.
In meeting with the doctor, I told him that I was very careful about losing weight, which I was. I told him that I looked up the healthy weight range for women my height and build and that I was still in the range. He said he was impressed with how smart I was about losing weight and sent me home. In looking back on that, I'm not angry with him at all, but I am sad that anorexia can be so elusive that it can escape a family doctor I've seen since infancy.
My grades were the worst of my college career because I couldn't focus; I'm sure my brain wasn't nearly as nourished as it should have been for academic success.
Humans have a natural weight, however, and soon enough, with the support of my mother, I started gaining weight again to come back around to that weight. I couldn't stop eating and I never felt satisfied until I ate for hours straight. (I admit, that was a lot of fun.) I gained a lot of fat at first, which is what is expected when you come back from anorexia, since you definitely eating a lot more than 2,000 or 2,500 calories a day.
Three years later, I am perfectly happy with my body, having turned that fat back to muscle. I run a few miles every other day, skipping a day if I feel like it every once in a while. I exercise more often by playing tennis and other sports with friends. I take multivitamins to try to get necessary nutrients... in addition to eating with friends and family often.
My knowledge about weight and eating never went away, though, so sometimes I find myself skipping out on food sometimes when I shouldn't. At times like those, though, I now know it's actually a good idea to eat a little more. I'm not afraid of gaining weight anymore.
My experience was strange and still confounds me today. I lost 20 pounds in two months, but I didn't intend to lose weight initally. It was never my intention; it just happened as a result, so I was confused when people would say I was anorexic because I thought anorexics were only into losing weight. Technically I was, though I never thought I was fat, but because I didn't understand the state of mind, I didn't understand my own condition and didn't think I needed to worry about it. I'm only regretful that it caused pain to at least a few people who care about me.
Today, I am so grateful for the people who did speak up. I know it can be intimidating to bring it up, especially when anorexics often dismiss it or even close those people out, but I appreciate my mom so much more because her determination showed me how much she cares. It saddens me that friends never said anything but compliments about my weight; it shows me how society has influenced many women, and men, for that matter. And this is her life.....i love you girl. Now stop

what do i like most about yourself?

The thing i like most about myself is everything, i like myself just the way i am. When i was a kid i never was the perfect size children. When i got older i started to lose weight. I lost all the extra body fat that i didnt need. When you a girl in 7th and 8th grades weighting damn near 300 pounds. You started to be depress so i decided to lose weight, and i did. When other kids say mean thing i look at they goofy ass and laugh at the bull that comes out there mouth. Because i heard every jokes their is in the world. My uncle always made jokes to build our self-etseem and i thank him for that cause aint nobody in the world finna kill my pride.

I always thought I’d never like another city as much as Tennessee, but I actually like Chicago better. It’s more affordable, but you still have a lot of culture and stuff. Figuring out where to live can be a little overwhelming because of all the neighborhoods that has some hopefully fun and useful information about living in Chicago. I’m really excited about it because I get to talk about about Chicago, which is something I love to do! Chicago is a great city. I hope all of you who want to move here make it to our little city some day! It definitely has a very distinct feel. You can’t mention Chicago without the cons to go along with the pros though. Corrupt government, buildings in ridiculous condition, ghettos, poverty, crime, vast urban wastelands where there’s not much of anything. It all just adds to the character of the city, but certainly most of that needs improvement. It’s an interesting, historical, uniquely American, urban place. Don’t forget the L train, Metra train, lots of colleges and universities, museums, great theater, strong neighborhood identity, ethnic food, and more. Lots of character here, just make sure you’re up for all of the extremes. And it’s close to Wisconsin and Indiana.

A Horrible Driving experience

Once upon a time i was riding in my G6, and it was a hot lovely day. So me and my best friend's decided to go for a little road trip. As we are driving and chilling making jokes, and playing games. I noticed a lot of animals lying dead by the side of the road, I can only assume that drivers, not sure what to do with the corpses of either their pets or wild animals who died on their land, just throw them from their vehicles - hence the reason they were all squashed. It really upset me and my bff's to see all those squashed mammals, when I stopped to make them look. I started to think to myself i should telling a scary stories and thats what i did.... The name of the story is The Llorona, Omen of Death. They say that the Llorona was once a poor young girl who loved a rich nobleman, and together they had three children. The girl wished to marry the nobleman, but he refused her. He told her that he might have considered marrying her if she had not born the three out-of-wedlock children, which he considered a disgrace. The girl was determined to have the nobleman for her own, so she drowned her children to prove her love to him. But still he would have none of her and married another. Mad with grief, the girl walked along the river, weeping and calling for her children. But they were gone. So she drowned herself. For her crime, her spirit was condemned to wander the waterways, weeping and searching for her children until the end of time. It was said that whenever the wailing woman appears, someone will die.
Now I have heard that one night, two young men were out driving in their car one summer night with the windows down when they heard a terrible wail. It sounded like the desperate cry of a baby or perhaps an injured tom-cat. Beside the road, a white mist began to gather. It moved in front of a grove of palm trees and became the figure of a lovely young girl dressed all in white. Long dark hair hung loose down her back. She began to weep and wring her hands in agony, and the men realized that they were seeing the ghost of the Llorona. The driver gunned the engine and they drove away as fast as they could. The glowing figure of the Llorona remained visible in the rear-view mirror until the car turned the corner.
The men were upset by the vision, afraid that the rumors about her might be true. But nothing happened to them the rest of that night. After a few drinks to calm themselves, they were able to laugh away the incident. And in the golden light of the next morning, the young men decided they had imagined the whole thing.
The night after the ghost sighting, the two men were riding home passed the place where they had seen the Llorona when their car spun out of control. The automobile hit a tree in the palm grove where the Llorona had appeared the previous night, and both men were killed instantly.

The Bravest thing i Ever Done..

The bravest thing i ever done was protect my brother from getting shot when we was little. See when we was living with my dad and his wife, we stayed in trouble always. My dad ever knew because he always was at work, and my step-mother was watching us. But personally i think she hated me and my brother's. That's why i never respected her. when was outside one day in the wells playing football and my older brother Tyrone was arguing with this guy. For not playing my brother his money for this party he did that night. So him and my brother was fighting and somethings got out off hand, and the guy pull a gun out and my older brother ran. The bullet would have shot my brother in the face. If i would never jumped in the ways and that's how i got shot when i was little. That's the second time i almost die so i love my life and will live it the way i want. So i feel that i am the bravest because i took a bullet for my brother that's how i got shot.