yeah babies!

 OHMYCRAPIAMSOSORRYIHAVEBEENGONESOOOOLONG! IMSOBUSYDOINGMYWHOLELIFEIHAVENOTIMETOWRITEORNOTHINGWHICHISNTGOOD. SOWILLPLEASEFORGIVEIWILLTRYSOHARDTOWRITEMOREIMSORRY!!!

if you don't want to read that I don't blame you. Basically I suck at blogging and Im sorry.
Its just..
life is busy! Oh holy aunt hannah's baby. yes, life is.. busy.
this is what is taking all my time though

 girls lacrosse so sick

look me up!

Hey
So I got a pinterest(:
here the link
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I dare you to look(;

Breathe out

Strangers walk by and wonder what my story is (some keep walking with their head to the floor)I wonder who they are , where they came from
every brush of the arms and accidental touch of the hand or the glance into the curious eyes of a stranger, makes you shiver (in a good way)
The tension of two strangers is a game. friends or foe.
A friendly smile of opposites spike the heart
The heat of another person when its snowing out makes you smile
A breathe on a cold night makes me wonder in awe
The little mistakes that go unrecognized, I like to see 
reaching out and holding the hands of another helps me to know they are alive, like me.
Knowing i'm important maybe in some way to them that day,
im something they will talk about
good or bad

Still.. sometimes I look at myself and think im just a girl
Sometimes others think that too.

Sometimes im the only one who can say what  can say
and sometimes other think it for me
sometimes people don't know i think like i do and never say
some do know but only at times.
Most don't know what exactly i'm thinking at all, at anytime
little try to expect what I will say
who knows what they will say

Sometimes I walk in my bathroom with my pain blue shirt and my pain brown hair with the little bit of makeup on my eyes. and I think you are just a girl
and then I keep thinking.

Story

Once upon a time
in the awkward stages of 8th grade
I met a boy.
His name was Lee
He was cute, shortish, buff, lovable and funny (of course)
 I really liked him. a lot

I got butterflies in my stomach when I talked to him
I was always nervous around him so naturally I blushed being so embarrassed about it.
and I would always look for him
Yes, I went to dances saw him there, he asked me to dance red faced I accepted his offer. We waved to each other in the hall and at lunch and after school
We talked to each other  in the hall and at lunch and after school.

Of course he flirted with me and red faced I flirted with him.

I was redder than a beet every time I saw his face.
I was shy and really embarrassed all the time.
I think that when i started to blush at everything all the time.
cause I blush very much

Its weird to think about.
Cause its different now
we're different now
hes different
and our situation is different.
Im kinda embarrassed of dances now cause they were AWKWARD
the awkwardness was like an 8

 I was always red in 8th grade
 pretty sure.
thus my redder than a beet story(:

haha I kn w its not that bad but it was for me!!!

All is well

There are and will be points in your life that seem as though the world is upside down
everything is written wrong
everywhere you turn there is something waiting for you.
your friends and family cannot help you it seems

you've been in a hole that has no way out.
its a simple pit of sorrow.

but when you see your friend get hurt
when you see them at their weakest everything changes
its like you have a new strength. for you and for them.
to lift them up and everyone affected

i know how that feels now
my dear friend i found was hurt in a game

i havent heard how bad or if his okayy
im scared and in shock
my friend bawled as she stod and watched not able to do anything but cry.
i have strength for her
the players also watched as there team mate took the blow
i have strength to lift them too.

so even though he is hurt
and we too
we all love him and will come together in love to help and service

but..

THIS may not be your trial
or a concern

but love and service can mend the holes and bring you out of that dark pit.

 

For each thorn, there's a rosebud...
for each twilight — a dawn...
for each trial — the strength to carry on,

for each storm cloud — a rainbow...
for each shadow — the sun...
for each parting — sweet memories
when sorrow is done.

 

Even though they may be hurt or you there is always a new day

AND

 

Let go of Yesterday

 

Dream of Tomorrow

 

Work on Today 

love megan(;