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[/I] [SIZE=2][COLOR=Blue][I]I leave my MSN on over night, and I have 20billion different messages saying "I love you" or "Sleep well" or anything at all, really..
It makes me feel like someone is thinking about me, and cares enough to say something.
It's like getting snailmail in the past.
They took the time to say something to you, even though they knew you wouldn't get it for a while.

[/I] [COLOR=Indigo][I]I wake up in the morning and I look at my phone, and my best [male] friend has texted me saying "Morning Beautiful", or something close to that.

[/I] [COLOR=RoyalBlue][I]I have no idea who you are, but for some reason I tell you everything that's bothering me, and you listen and help me as best you can. [It really does help, for those of you reading this and are that random person. Don't stop!]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid]When someone who doesn't know you, but notices your upset, takes the time to ask you "Are you okay." and try and help you.

[COLOR=DarkGreen]When a friends parent understands that teens don't always get along with their own parents, and let you stay at their place while you're "running away from home."[/COLOR]
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[/I] [SIZE=3][COLOR=Purple][I]More later. <33

[/I][COLOR=Red][I]Comments..
I want some..
On some of the things [/I]you [I]love.[/I]
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Lyrsa – 5’2” 180lbs. Golden blonde hair that goes to the small of her back. Greyish blue eyes that always sparkle. Twin sister named Andrea. 16 years
Andrea – 5’3” 95lbs. Naturally golden blonde hair, dyed black and blue. Goes to her shoulders. Blue-grey eyes. Twin sister of Lrysa. 16 years
Jymphoni – 5’6” 117lbs Naturally pale blonde hair, dyed deep green. Sapphire blue eyes, usually hidden behind emerald green contacts. Tries to be as much like Miku Hatsune as possible. Orphan. 17 years.
Gabe – 5’8” 130lbs Naturally pale blonde hair, ghostly pale skin and milky blue eyes that seem to look into your soul. A deep “god-like” voice. Always wears spikes but light colors. 20 years.

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Gabe is the lost older brother of the orphan Jymphoni.
Jymphoni is a lost Goddess, stolen from her parents at birth, and then later abandoned outside Second Chance Orphanage.
Lyrsa and Andrea are twin sisters who are protectors of the Goddess Jymphoni. Born and reborn as Jymphoni is too. After Jymphoni was kidnapped Lrysa and Jymphoni loss their memory of the Gods and their job, because the one they are to protect has no idea of her true identity, nor do the ones she is to be protected against.
The story starts with 3-year-old Gabe and his parents looking through a window to a room of newborns, pointing at their new family member, Jymphoni. After they leave the window, an unknown person switches Jymphoni with another family’s child. This other baby later goes home with Gabe and his family. The family is unaware of the change until the babies first birthday, the day Jymphoni should have developed some of her Godly powers. At this point in time Lrysa and Andrea currently under different names, are stripped of their memory, power, and job and reborn into a new, normal family. Jymphoni, Lrysa, and Andrea are unaware of who they are, or their jobs for several years.

Passing Soul's Coffin, Romance Isn't Dead Hairpin, and Red and Black Voodoo Bodice Belong to Keesa.

Don't forget, don't sell.

This world is full of people
And you can categorize them quiet easy.

Caring/Giving
Selfish/Greedy

Sadly the number of caring, giving people, is much, much [I]smaller[/I] then that of selfish, greedy people.

Now tell me what happens when someone who all their life has been kind and giving gets ticked off with people who's vocabulary skips over these words?

Well, I say something like... A fuck-load of hate. Self justifying hate.
And yeah, it's normal for someone to hate another person, but when stuff like this happens, you begin to hate the entire [I]world[/I].

And you find selfishness and greed behind all acts of [I]kindness[/I]. Random, or not. You don't even have to think. You just [I]know [/I]the other party is being [U]selfish[/U] in some way.
Maybe not greedy. But selfish.

So you [I]hate[/I].
You just hate. You don't think, you [I]hate[/I].
Your[B] bestfriend[/B] doesn't even seem to understand. "You've had a bad day."
And then you think. A bad day. A bad week. A bad month. Year. [I][B]Life[/B][/I].
It's all bad, and you've been in [B]denial[/B]. Finally you feel your eyes are open. You see everything for what it truly is. And you continue to [I]hate[/I]. Because [I]nothing[/I] is worth [U]caring[/U] for, and no one can prove otherwise.

Husband? What's the use in caring for[I] him[/I]? So he can rub in your face that you aren't [I]perfect[/I] by bringing in other [U]women[/U].

Children? So they can suck the life out of you, the money from your bank account, then [I]abandon [/I]you, [U]leaving[/U] you in an old-folks home to [I]rot[/I] away, not coming to see you until finally you are [B][U]dead[/U][/B] and[I] rotting[/I] in your [I]grave[/I]. And only then they visit [U]once[/U], on the day anyone who knows you will be there. Lest they be [I]judged[/I] by the unjust eyes of others. Right on the head, for who they are.

Friends? What are friends if they aren't just strangers you know. Strangers after [I]everything you have[/I]. Family. Money. Job.

But maybe you care for your mother, finally. Maybe you've realized how much she's done for you all these years. But that's unlikely. Perhaps you realized, again, it was all with [I]herself[/I] in mind.

Raise the child strong, have her marry well. She [I]might[/I] not put you into an old-folks home. She might [I]actually[/I] visit your grave [I]after[/I] the funeral. She might [I]not [/I]spend her money on everything [I]but[/I] you.

For Christmas, of course, we're spending it with family. My mother and I spent a little over eight hours on the road to get to the rest of the family. My two Aunts, three Uncles, grand parents and Cousin.

This year I believe to be one of the worst Christmases yet. It's not over, it's hardly begun, but so far, all is horrible.

My mother and I have always been in a bit of a money pickle. Wellfare would pay for our rent, the majority of our personal belongings came from the Salvation Army and the like.

This year we are going through bank ruptcy again. This is my mothers second time.

Now ever year my mother and I managed to have a good happy Christmas. Much much better then others in our situation.

This year, my Aunt and Uncle are also going through bank ruptcy. And they're ruining Christmas for everyone with that excuse.

Like I said, my mother and I have always made it Christmas. But my Aunt and Uncle just can't do it.

Unlike last year and all the other years before, people are only getting gifts for their spouce, and child(ren). Even though they can afford to buy for all. My mother and I have boughten gifts for everyone. I do not have a job, I got two weeks allowance, which is $100. I managed to buy everyone a gift. Two aunts, three uncles, a grandmother a grandfather, a cousin and a mother.

With that hundred dollars, I bought for all them, three friends, and a few small things for myself.

Now, my aunt and uncle, they dare not put up a tree, or a stocking, or buy anything for someone other then each other. It's with them I and staying now. I cannot wait till January 2nd, when I'll be another eight hours on the road, heading home. I cannot wait to be able to wake up in my own bed, in my own house.

I don't want to have to wake up and hear "it's not Christmas, we can't afford Christmas".