-----------------Girls------------------------
-------------are like apples------------------
--------on trees. The best ones-----------
-------are at the top of the tree.--------
------The boys dont want to reach------
----for the good ones because they ------
--are afraid of falling and getting hurt.----
-Instead, they just get the rotten apples-
--from the ground that aren't as good, --
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
--reality, they're amazing. They just----
---have to wait for the right boy to-------
----- come along, the one who's-----------
----------- brave enough to-----------------
-----------------climb all----------------------
----------------- the way---------------------
-----------------to the top--------------------
---------------- of the tree.------------------bold

Boii let me jus say dat everyone has dere own beauty to start off wid.What im bout 2 write dnt affend nobody innit im jus being me i say how i feel. So peepz comment on how u feel bout dis .I no how galdem most love dere bodies i cnt lie i do im blesssed wid da backoff (BRAP)lol from ma ghanain roots.All im saying is dat not all galdem should be overexposin dere bodies on da internet an ting as i said i anit hating i got ma own an i flaunt it but not like dat.Galz need 2 respect dere bodies more innit i no bare manz dat oly like da body innit but hey dats not ma problm. hmm fink dats it now coz i dunno wat to write an if your reading dis leavea comment. Nuff love xxxx

Girl: Hey.
Boy: Umm... kl.
Girl: I have to tell you something...
Boy: What?
Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm wipd on you.
Boy: Ok...
Girl: What da bumbalcart do you mean "ok"?!
Boy: I don't like you like that...
Girl:What! Why da fuk not?
Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...

From then on, the girl kept asking the boy "Why not?" whenever she saw him, and he kept answering the same rasclart answer of "I'll tell you later." Finally the girl got fed up.

Girl: Ur getin me mad! On a level tell me why you don't like me!
Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
Girl: naaar! Cors i wana fukin no why!
Boy: It's because you're not choong! What's the point of going out with someone when they're not choong?!
Girl: Bum..ber..clart!
Boy: Just shut da fuk up and leave me alone!
The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone, ballin her heart out. Then her 3310 ringz.

Girl: Wagwarn?
Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'll be home from work in a few hours.
Girl: Alright Mom.
Mom: I love you.
Girl: I love you too, Mom.
Mom: Bye Bye.
Girl: Bye
The girl heads home and once she got there, she went in the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror.
Girl: I'm not boom enough...

She set to work, knowing fully well what she was going to do. 2 hours later, her Mom came home and heard the bath water running. She went upstairs to find the hallway flooded so she knocked on the door.

Mom: Honey? Wat in taylins name is goin on?

She opened the door and was shocked at the site. The bath was overflowing onto the floor and the water was tinted red. She walked over to see what was inside and screamed. There, her little girl was lying with cuts all over her face and wrists. Her Mom backed away and was going to run to call the police when something caught her eye. On the mirror, a piece of paper was taped up.

"Am I Choong Enough Now?"....


No one deserves to be told that by someone they love u get me.

A person's appearance doesn't count. What counts is their heart inside of them and their personality.

Remember dat!