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do animals think in english or in the sounds they make
this is what yahoo paid $1.1 billion for
no its like in pokemon.
Inside the head of a giraffe:
“Giraffe! gir giraffe giraffe, giraffe. GIRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAFFFFFEEEEE”
Yahoo! must be so proud to have spent 1.1 billion dollars to a page where we are discssing about animal sounds.
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If you place ads on our dash or charge for use every month, there will be a war. You have an army. We have a hulk.
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This is nothing meant to be funny, this isn’t anything about any fandom. This is purely just story of who i am, what bullying does to person, and what happens when you are lonely enough. This is story about me.
I have always been bullied as long as I can remember, because I was “annoying”. I laughed too much, I hugged people, I tried to be friends with everyone, and I was loud, always telling what I think about everything.
So bullying started in pre-school. It was first just calling by names, and leaving out of games and making me play alone. They probably hoped that that would make me silent girl who annoys no-one. But that did not happen. I continued to be myself and they continued to bully me.
Bullying continued in grade school, but I still continued to be myself.Or at least I tried. But bullying got much worse in there. It turned to bit violent, and once I was running away from bullys, and I tripped, my face hitted a rock and my nose broke. I never told anyone that I was runnign away from bullys.
Bullying got worse mentally and physically, and at 5th grade I tought about a suicide once. It was just a tought as i was standing alone on the quiet bridge, feeling the wind on my face. But I did not try to kill myself back then. I tought that I’ll still try to go on. But that tought of leaving everything without anyone knowing stayed in my mind.
At 6th grade I had become a bit mentally unstable. I cried easily, laughed easily, and I got mad easily, and I didn’t even fear using violence anymore. I was confused about myself, others,and everything. And the bullying continued. That’s when I was very close to start cutting. I once took scirros in my hand, and cutted one big wound in my arm. It felt nice. As if the pain had become physical. But I never cutted again, afraid that someone would find out.
7th was the worst. I couldn’t stand being in school, I couldn’t stand people, and I tried to be as far from people as I could. That was when I tried to do a suicide. I was standing on the bridge. It was winter, and I just stood there as the snow rained on me. I stood there for over an hour. Just looking to nowhere. My eyes didn’t see anything, my brains didn’t think anything, and my heart felt only pain. I stood there in great pain. Not physical, but mental. The pain was crushing. I didn’t cry out loud, but tears were quietly rolling down my cheeks. Then I tought that that was the right time. Time to step away. Time to leave this pain. I climbed over the fenceand stood on the edge, ready to take the last step.
I stood there for another awhile. I was looking at the sky, and the wind had got stronger. Ans as I stood there, I slowly started realizing that this wasn’t right. This wasn’t what I should do. And as I tought that, I climbed back, and I walked away from that bridge. I walked to a forest, where I sat alone, crying. I cried and I slowly came to realize how near my death had been.
After that I moved to another city, to live with my mother. I started in a new school. I started my life again. But not as a same person. I am not the same person as I had been. I have become a person whose feelings you can never see. I don’t smile,I don’t laugh. I don’t cry, or I don’t shout. I have friends, but they don’t know what happened, and that I wasn’t always like this. They say that I look usually very sad. I answer that I’m not. My face is emotionless. I am quiet, and I like to be alone. I haven’t hugged anyone for years.
I have killed my emotions.
I can’t love or hate anyone.
I am able toshow emotions when I’m alone,but if someone sees, even when I want I can’t show my emotions.
This is what bullying does to a person.
Do you want anyone to become like me?
Do you want anyone to lose their ability to have fun with others, love, or hate?
Never. Bully. Anyone.
It destroys their lives.
I am actually an oreo. But I have been working hard for years so that one day i could become a panda. I have always wanted to be a panda, and now, that it’s so close, with right support, I might be able to become one. With a little more work, with a little more support my dream may become true.
EVERYONE. Follow your dreams.
ive seen things
how many things?
That’s quite lot of things.
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What is we are all The Sims characters in someone’s PC, and when we play The Sims we actually create another universe and control it?
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