love but not like.

i believe, from personal experience, you can still love someone, but not like them. you love them for the person they were when they were with you. you for how they made you feel at one point. you still love them. and you always will. but you can still not like them. their personality might have changed. they might have done some stupid things, or gone the wrong way. they might have lost themselves, or they might have just given up on everything they believed in before. it can happen.
you can love them, but not like them.

don't forget to:

listen for God's voice in everything you do, and everywhere you go; he's the one that will keep you on track.


proverbs 3:6

once upon a time,

there was boy.
and his name was... well, i can't say.
like almost legally.
but he taught me how to take chances.
and live sort of crazy.
and how to drive fast.
that was good for me,
because,
you see,
i came in first today.(:
beat all the boys.
all the stupid boys who were drooling all over me.
it's sort of great being the only girl on your team. i get the bathrooms to myself. get my own trailer. have a team full of body guards, who, when other boys start checking me out, or harassing me, there are 9 sort of big, sort of tall guys there to stick up for me.(: it's wonderful.(: oh and my daddy gets to come with me always, mostly because he hauls my trailer.(:


anyways, i'm going to thank this boy for that someday. for teaching me to get out of myself. it's gonna happen. hopefully soon. if not, later. but it's going to happen.


so, if you're reading this, and you know who you are, thank you. for everything.(:

wanna know what is the grossest?

PDA. in class. making out. in class. cuddling. in class.
for the love of all that is good in this world,
get a room.

so. stinkin. tired.

to anyone who goes to my school:
yes, i will be a bitch today. 
deal with it.
no sleep.
at all.
soooo,
deal with it.
thank you.






but, in other news, hunger games was awesome and totally worth my desire to kill every person in the entire world, and canada.
goodbye.

subtlety never was my thing.

unless my feelings are on the line.

then i'm so subtle it's basically non-existent.

tomorrow's the day:

the day to show off my nasty leg.

and prove that i'm not a liar. 

yay.(:

maybe, the truth of humanity is not behind the masks, but in them.

and the meghan that smashes plates and climbs into insanely large treehouses and swings higher than she ever has before is become gradually more like the meghan that looks at the stars and lays on the floor to listen to music in the dark and that meghan is becoming gradually more like the meghan that loves so desperately that all she can do is smile and that meghan is becoming gradually more like the meghan who makes friends out of strangers and can sometimes think of witty things to say. 
all in all, i'm finding that the real meghan, the meghan that no one sees, is really all the other meghans all put together. the crazy meghan, and the calm meghan, and the upset meghan, and the happy meghan. i'm not lying to anyone. i'm just not showing you all of me. but, i am also learning that, by exposing all of me, i help those around me more fully. so maybe, just maybe, i will be the real meghan.

sometimes i am asked what goes on in my head, and it mostly comes down to this – i wish to understand myself and others as fully as possible. but I am beginning to realize that perhaps the Truth of human beings is not found behind their masks, but in them. and, in fact, perhaps we never can find the plain and simple Truth, because so much of our lives are spend separating ourselves from our own most intimate and terrifying knowledge.