Is there any way to get rid of pain??? i mean real gut renching heart breaking pain... not that psycial shit that most people call pain... i mean i know psycial pain hurts soemtimes but its not really permint.. emotional pain goes with you forever... weather you know it or not its still there haunting you like a bad dream... theres not much that can get you away from that pain unless you just want to block yourself eomtionally... which isnt really a bad idea it helps you cope with things that you dont want to or are not ready to or that you just dont give a shit about... in all reality most of the time i dont let myself feel any more... it just brings pain later and saves what little there is left of me... which honestly isnt much... too many time have i given some one i thought i could trust my heart... now im not sure that giveing my heart away is good but i do it anyway...i mean once youve ripped something up and put it back together many times do you realize that theres less and less everytime you put it back together... and if its ripped small enough you never find all the pieces... i know its not right to hide from someone who loves you but i cant help that when things are perfect that i have to poke at it till it makes something bad happen... i mean not all happiness has to have bad things right????

Is there any way to get rid of pain??? i mean real gut renching heart breaking pain... not that psycial shit that most people call pain... i mean i know psycial pain hurts soemtimes but its not really permint.. emotional pain goes with you forever... weather you know it or not its still there haunting you like a bad dream... theres not much that can get you away from that pain unless you just want to block yourself eomtionally... which isnt really a bad idea it helps you cope with things that you dont want to or are not ready to or that you just dont give a shit about... in all reality most of the time i dont let myself feel any more... it just brings pain later and saves what little there is left of me... which honestly isnt much... too many time have i given some one i thought i could trust my heart... now im not sure that giveing my heart away is good but i do it anyway...i mean once youve ripped something up and put it back together many times do you realize that theres less and less everytime you put it back together... and if its ripped small enough you never find all the pieces... i know its not right to hide from someone who loves you but i cant help that when things are perfect that i have to poke at it till it makes something bad happen... i mean not all happiness has to have bad things right????

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

 I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

 I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. (yes, this actually happened)

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.

 I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

I am the girl afraid to tell her parents that im bi, because my dad said he wouldn't know what to do if he foundout one of his children wasn't strait. (This is really happening to me~Stephanie)

I'm the girl afraid to tell my mom that I'm bi because I'm afraid she will hit me all the time.(this is the truth about what i am going through.~stephanie)

Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong

 I got this off a friends site

I know it sounds bitchy of me but I hate life. I just get shit from it. Not much good comes from it. I know I’m not the best person but don't I deserve to be happy? I mean once I’m happy for like 5 minutes some one I know has to go and get sad. Then their fucking emotions effect mine and I’m sad again. What did I do to get cursed with fucking empathy?! Come on people can't you all try to be happy for once? If you could all be happy for one day I’d be happy, but that seems too fucking hard for the world to do. I just want one day of peace and that’s it. Nothing more, but there is the fact that I want some one to love me for me and that’s it not love my body,(even though that would be nice) I just want some one to want to be with my personality instead of my body. To me it’s not a very good body any way. I mean it’s just a body like anyone else’s there’s nothing special about it. I want there to be something special about the person behind the face (in the mind) not just looks. Those are just a plus. Well I’m done with my rant.