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I'm a B and I wanna be a C. Is there any natural way I can make them bigger?

My best friend of seven years almost committed suicide two days ago on accident. She's a cutter and has been for years. She refuses to stop, because she says it help her deal with her emotion problems. She always cuts on her wrists, and is usually careful about it, but she slipped up and almost died from it. I've tried suggesting different ways to deal with those problems so she can stop cutting, but she won't do it, but I don't want her to cut on her wrists, I don't want her to die. She told me she'll keep doing it there unless I can think of a better spot. I'm so worried and I don't know what to tell her. Can someone please help me?

I have a tank with two Black Convicts. Woke up this morning and there are thousands of little babies in there. So cute! How long will it take for them to get to be adult size? ^-^

I crocheted a baby blanket that is about 36" X 36". It is hand made, very good quality, new, and took 3 1/2 months to make. If I were to sell it on something like ebay how much would it go for?

My dad loves fish, particularly the bass fish. I love crocheting so I thought I'd make him one but I cannot find a pattern for it ANYWHERE. Any patters you can give me that looks even similar to a bass fish is greatly appreciated.

I have a crocheting book with a section for tons of different kinds of granny squares, afghan patterns and such. One section is motifs. What is a motif?

This is a poem that I wrote today. Opinions?

Here I am again,

Always in trouble I am.

Curses from the devil enlist,

Now I begin that terrible list.

Eyes like air;

Silver and see through,

Blue and blind.

A heart like a diamond;

So cold and expensive,

Yet never worth it in the end.

Lies seeping through my lips;

They form with every breath,

Drugging my system like Meth.

Here I go again,

Forever in trouble I am.

So, there is this guy at school that I really like, we're both in the 11th grade, by the way. I kinda think he likes me, but every guy I'm near, it seems like, is all about sex. Making sexual jokes, flirting, etc. Maybe just 'cause we're in high school, I have no idea. Well, he is the same way. I like him, but how do I attempt to pursue a personal relationship, without being overly sexual, like going beyond kissing and stuff? I don't want to be a complete turn off to every guy I meet, but it seems like they all want the same thing, instead of just me. One guy even called me a 'forbidden flower'? 10 points for advice???

Okay, so, I am a girl, straight, and I'm 17. I am CONSTANTLY thinking about s*x. I am not a whore, I've never even kissed a guy, but the subject never leaves my mind and it's frustrating. Is there anything I can do about that? Is it a bad thing? Is that, like, a turn off for guys? I know guys think about it all the time, but is it normal for a girl to?

I'm an Aquarius, but I have no idea what all that mean or entitles. What do they have that other signs don't? Is there any advice specifically for them? Does the Aquarius sign have anything to do with who I am, or is it just coincidence?

I tried applying to Low's and it said that I need a resume. How do I find one? Am I supposed to just make one? If so, how do I do that? HELP!!!!!

Okay, so I'm currently working on a poem thing about nature, trying to work out all the kinks of a nature poem. I just wrote it, like, ten minutes ago, so....lolz

There was a storm slowly brewing; a tempest creeping in, as if it knew about the sin. The lightening striked and the thunder rolled, returning to this world to take back all we stole. Rain pours down and drowns all other sound, slowly making way for the heart of the storm. The sable clouds seemed like something from a fable, drawing in the wind whirling in around again and again. Screams echo in the distance putting for a bit of suspense, but God looked down and put an end to the demolition. The ranting sky spiraled low, allowing the world a hint of desistance. The angels moaned and their wings flashed, watching their luminous teardrops glide from the sky, leaving a trail of color behind. Lounging from mountains to seas, this is where the rainbows appear. A spectrum of colored light, a display of nature's might. The stunning rain can be so mundane.

I am honestly not quite sure what this is. It sounds like a poem, but it doesn't seem like one, I don't know. Critical Criticism???