The beginning of time..

My first post ever on this lovely blog,

March 26, 2011

Who am I?

My name is Meghan. I am 18. Young, ordinary, and slightly naive. I live 600 miles away from my home, my friends and my family. But I'm not the girl that you may think I am. I've lived through more than I ever should have. And I've made more stupid mistakes than I ever wanted.

But people mess up, always. No one is perfect, nor do I ever expect to be.

I'm writing this blog as a way to free my mind, make friends, and help myself.

Don't like what I write? Don't read it.

Going through the same thing? Tell me.

I'm not just here for me; I am here for you too.

I'm tired of being alone in my thoughts, and this is the safest way I could think to let them out.

Crazy, how "the safest way" I can let my feelings out is by sharing things with the internet. The whole world can share in my happiness, sadness, mistakes, and miracles. But this is what I want. I want to share this. I want to be a part of your life. Even if you only spend 5 minutes a day reading my blog.

xoxo-Meghan

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Wow.

I never remeber writing this.

And I love it.

Is it wrong to be in love with my own post? hehe

 

Missed Connection

I've always wondered if someone would ever have THAT much of an interest in me, 

to make a missed connections ad on craigslist.

Not that I've ever even looked at them,

but I think I'd feel pretty dang special.

Wouldn't you?

Years ago I was dating this guy,

he was amazing.

I loved him more than I thought possible.

But I messed things up.

Even though I'm not proud of it,

or particularly happy.

I wouldn't have Dustin or my angel baby had it not happened.

Sometimes I still miss him.

We had a rough breakup.

The day we broke up, 

he deleted me from his life.

I haven't heard from him again.

It's been two and a half years.

I still creep his facebook sometimes.

I still have his number.

But I don't try.

Because I am happy where I am.

But if for some reason he sees this,

I just wanted him to know I'm sorry.

I messed up, and I know it.

And sometimes it still breaks my heart to know I hurt him.

But I love my life now.

And it just so happens that he isn't a part of it.

The truth hurts.

I'm sorry CRS.

From the bottom of my heart.

3 Truths and a Lie

Do you remember that game?
I remember playing it for the first time in Middle School when Truth or Dare was also a popular game.

Sometimes, I feel that way when I blog.

Not lying, but putting on a act almost.

I watch my language, worry a lot about not offending anyone.

Try to do posts that I think you want to read.
But really?

This is my  little corner of the internet.

If I wanna offend you, I should be allowed.

(Don't worry, I don't! hehe)

But I really shouldn't be blogging for you.

I should be blogging for me.

So I will.

I will admit, I do care about the numbers.
But because I want to inspire people.

Brighten their day.

Make a difference.

But I don't want my posts to become meaningless fluff you pass by.
I want my posts to have meaning to me, and to mean something to you.

And if I want to show you a bunch of pictures of myself from Middle School to get my point across, then so be it!

[Random fact about the picture above, you can see a corner of my "girls" outfit for the night....I still have that same outfit years later. Uhhh time to upgrade?]

I just hope that you know that if I don't post for a day or two, it isn't because I have nothing to say, it's because I have A LOT to say, and I just don't know how to say it.

And I want some fun on here too, not just the serious stuff. But no fluff!

Now that I have showed you all of these embarrassing shots of myself, I am going to end this post!

xoxo Meghan

P.S. I can't wait to show you the big secret in our new room!