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Hello cadys,
Long time since I last spoke to you, how are you?
Your friend,
Luck of the Irish (aka Ireland)

yep. We have no control of what she does with her life…it’s her free will to take it.

Maybe something we said got through to her though.

You’re right. It’s hard to think about that..that some people just cant be helped…argh. If only someone could just save everyone.

I’ll gladly let you know. I hope she didn’t do anything. I tried so hard to help her.

thank you for helping.

no problem. just think that when you are alittle older you can control what happens in your life more. when their are troubles at home you will be able to move out. and get a job and meet new people who aren’t as mean and start your own life. ofcourse there will always be mean people, but there are still good ones aswell, you just have to find them. I’m glad your dealing with it ok, if you ever need any help just give me a shout and i’ll try to help if I can. about the homosexuality thing, if it were me, then i would go ahead and try to do something about it. its not fair at all. if a women was raped and she became fearful of men would you blame her if she became closer to females? I know I wouldn’t, however just because i’m saying something or trying to give advice doesnt mean you have to take it. its up to you. definatly sounds like something worth fighting for though. it would be best if you could find more people who are homosexuals though, then you can “fight” for equality together.
best wishes :)

oops i meant to say ear drums not eyes lol

hello, ive seen and read everything on your website. you’ve had quite a rough time. sorry life has treated you bad. With some of what has happened to you I can relate to, but my life wasnt as bad. my parents also used to fight when i was young. they’d end up with bust lips and my mam afew times had her nose broken, hair pulled, black eyes bust eye drums. I remember when my mam would come upstairs after they had been drinking, at ages like 4 and my sister about6 or 7, and she would run up crying and run into our rooms shouting for us to help here. and we’d have our backs against the door. I remember that we were in care over my sisters bday when she about 10. i also remember my dad locking me in the cupboard because i was hungry when I was about 6, I still hate him. its bad, but not as bad as your upbringing.

I found it hard to make friends too, never had many until I was abit older. I found that younger people were more approachable and were less judgemental. nearly everyone in my school hated me, except these people. I was scared to go alot. the only years at school that were really any use were the last two when you do GCSEs. the rest is pretty much a waste of time.

but all of that is over for me. how are things for you now? have you finished school now? how are you getting on? are things getting better now?

your poems were depressing on your site, as you said, but the way that they are written is very good.

Indeed you can’t.

The evil person named ĐAnI closed the awesome poll I made. D:

Yeah, I’ll be around killing time. I may get off the internet for a while to play a game or two, but if you send it to me any time today or sometime morning-to-afternoonish tomorrow, I can definitely help.

twerty222 @ gmail (dot) com

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