living my life-2014

I hate New Year's resolutions.

Resolutions(noun): 1) the action of solving a problem, dispute, or continuous matter, 2) the deciding to do or not do something

We can't decide right now that we'll lose 50 pounds, or run everyday, or be nicer.  We will have bad days and we will mess up and not make our resolutions.

So I'm making strides.  I will stride this year.

This year, I will be striving to not self-hate.  If I begin to hate on myself or say negative things, I will replace them with positive, true sayings.  I will do a light, five minute workout in the mornings.  I will do 15 minutes or more of yoga a day; and every day, I will tell myself constantly that I am beautiful.  Especially if I don't feel it.

This lovely lady has put together Don't Break The Chain calendars for helping with our resolutions or Strivings.  With a very simplistic design, they allow you to write one thing you will attempt to do every day for the next year and how long you want to spend on it per day.  You then cross off the date you do it.  These calandars really motivate you to keep with what you plan on doing because they are always there, staring you down. (I have four on my wall right now...in all four colors)

I'm trying to live my life this year.

The past two years have been a discovery/recovery/getting my crap together time.  I was able to stop cutting, get out of my depression (for the most part), and get a handle on my anxiety and anorexia.  So now, now I live.

My 2014 bucket list isn't going to be long; it's going to be filled with the fun I never had because I was too busy worrying about what other people thought and trying not to throw myself in front of a bus.

So here's my 2014 bucket list:
1) Stand up for myself.  I will no longer be a doormat.
2) Get the tattoo I've always wanted
3) Write.  Write all the time.  Write anything.  Write.
4) Read more.  Read as much as you used to when you were younger.  Read the whole library.  Read the world.
5) Take more pictures.  Pictures will one day be your only remembrance of this life.
6) Love more.  Love everyone.
7) Smile all the time.  Smile at everyone.  Smile when you don't want to.  Smile when you're happy.  Smile when you're sad.
8) Wear whatever you want, whenever you want.  Red lipstick to school?  Check.  Want to wear mismatching clothes?  Hells yeah!
9) Laugh more.  Watch funny videos.  Say funny things.  Surround yourself with funny people.
10) Expand your vocabulary.  Learn a new word everyday.  Use big words and sound too intelligent.
11) Live like everyday is your last.

I truely hope you all have decided to make 2014 YOUR year.  This is MY year and I will kick its butt.  This year, live.  Live your life.  Do crazy things, stay safe, and smile.

I love you.  Everyone of you.  Even if you don't.

only you can stop world hunger

Go to your cupboard.

What's in it?

Cereal and bread, some cans and beans.

What about rice?

Rice is a cheap, easy to obtain staple food.  But many, many children and adults are suffering from malnutrition.  Little kids are dying from a lack of food.

Y'know how to solve world hunger?  With food (I'm inserting the video I heard this from).

This is the time for new years resolutions and making changes in our lives.  One of my resolutions this year is to feed at least 365 people.  What?  Meghan, you've lost it.  You're a highschool junior with no income.

It takes 1,000 grains of rice to feed one person for one meal.  7,000 will feed a grown adult for a day.  My goal is to make 1,000 grains of rice a day every day of the week for the rest of 2014.

There is an organization called Free Rice.  You can go to their website and learn vocabulary, SAT words, or another language and for every answer you get correctly, they will donate 10 grains of rice.
 You only have to answer 100 questions correctly to feed someone a meal that they desperatly need.

It's a life-saving trivia game.

I challenge you to join this site (you can play without an account and still donate rice!) and track your progress.  I want to see how many people you can feed this coming year.  We may not be able to visit and feed these needy people ourselves, nor may we be able to donate hundreds of dollars but we can answer some simple english questions or refresh our spanish vocabulary.  Speaking of, if one of your resolutions was to learn a language, work on vocab with Free Rice.  You'll be speaking fluently (they have some crazy words!) and keeping little kid's bellies full.

We all have a computer and a vocabulary, so let's get down to buisness...to feed the world.

Let's add another New Year's resolution to those of reading more books or losing a couple pounds.  Let's feed the world's bellies.

Comment your user name below and I'll add you as a friend to keep us motivated!

Will you accept this challenge?

shine bright like a...pearl?

Meghan.

I've always hated my name.  Despised may be a better choice of words.


It just seemed so bland and everyone in the world and their mothers had the same name as me.  Oh, but mine was super special because it had an H.  Man was I a superstar.

That six letter word has literally given me anxiety attacks my whole life.  I wanted to stand out and be someone special, something special.

Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend (surprise, right?)

We were talking about names.  What names mean, how it can apply to us and who we are.  I've always wanted my name to mean something beautiful and unique.

But Meghan.  It means pearl.  But until yesterday, I had never thought of how a pearl was made.  It starts as a tiny, insignificant grain of sand.  But then the pearl deposits this, velvety, smooth pearlness layer by layer.  Slowly it becomes a beautiful, gorgeous jewel or gem-it's worth more than anyone would even consider paying for sand.  Tons and tons of sand.

But that's just it, people don't sit there and hold a pearl, thinking 'Oh what a beautiful grain of sand.'  People don't look at me and think, 'oh she used to be so insignificant.'

We all started as a grain of sand.  We were rough, unwanted souls before God took us and decided that something needed to change.  He's working on us, on me, changing our ways and making us perfect.  He has made us perfect in his eyes, a pearl.

My name might not be unique or have a cool spelling, but it means something.  I'm a pearl, maybe not to the world, but God sees me as the perfect pearl He's creating.  And that's special.

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breaking your own heart

We don't have to care about everything people say.

I know it seems like we do, we have to take it all in, believe it, understand everything about it.

Something I've learned is that not everything people say I have to listen to.

I used to sit there for hours, listening to everyone's problems and trying to fix them.  I wen to bed, crying for them and not for my own pain I had bottled up.  I started to figure out when people would want to complain to me.  Sometimes it was a 'how's life?' or 'how are you doing?'.  I used to be so prepared to give them advice, but now I know I can avoid it.

Why do I avoid people's problems?

It's not because I'm selfish and I want to complain about my own.  I just don't need to take everyone's problems as my own.

I guess, you're just breaking your own heart by taking everything personally.  Sometimes, it's hard to remember that people aren't always trying to hurt us because of something we did.  It might just be that they are going through something and they need to take it out on someone.

You don't have to be someone else's punching bag.  There is a fine line between listening and being a target.  If they want you to fix their problems, the line was probably crossed.

I'm not sure how this fits in or anything, but it bugs me when people are constantly saying the same thing over and over.  We can only hear so many times about the same problem before we want to fix it, which can actually lead to more problems.

I guess my point is that you don't need to take everyone's problems as your own.  You don't have to try and fix them.  Sometimes, when people say something mean to you, it's a reflection of them not you.  There is a fine line between listening and being the punching bag for someone.  If they need to release anger, they should literally go take it out on a punching bag or hammer nails into wood, or something.

There's my random ramble/blog post haha :P

Have a fantastic week!!!

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i did it!!!

Look!!!  I filmed the video I said I would film!! :)  I am soooo super excited.

I find it kinda ironic that I talk about pressure to straighten my hair in the video yet my hair is straight.... coincidence....I swear

So yeah...haha here's the video :)

PS.  There's going to be a bloopers video at the end so don't forget to watch it :)

Thank you SOOOOO much for watching :) please listen to the show, I'd love it if y'all called in :)

be free

I have a problem where I'm constantly sticking to rules, not changing, and trying to blend in.

Today I realized something: I don't need to blend in.  I'm free to be me.  God made me special and if people don't like what He made, they'll live with being quiet.

I feel like I should be writing this post in the summer or something.  I always associated being free with Pocahontas and summer.

But I am so sick of conforming to who society and the world wants me to be.  I am free to be whoever I'm supposed to be.

God knows who I'm supposed to be.  As long as I'm what He wants me to be, there's nothing wrong with me.  The world will be okay without one more rail thin, straight haired, gorgeous model in this world.

Though it's hard for me to be different, I've always wanted to be different.

I've changed who I am so people will accept me.  I used to straighten my hair all the time because people thought curly hair wasn't pretty.  Whoever they are, really don't know who Taylor Swift is. :)

But honestly, we're all different.  Sure we can try and be carbon copies of everyone else, but we're all different.  No matter how hard we try to be the same, we never can be.  We were meant to be unique and special.

So go be free and have an amazing week :)


pics
http://weheartit.com/entry/18050742
http://weheartit.com/entry/20686641
http://weheartit.com/entry/11272377

turn around

Do you ever feel like there's nothing left for you?  Like no matter what you do, no one cares anymore?  Are you ever the person who thinks you just aren't worth it?  You don't know who to turn to because you don't know who cares anymore?

I'll be honest, I've been through some really hard stuff in my life.  But every single time I think I'm done, I'm not.  Wanna know why?  Because every single time I think I'm done I find God again.  Sometimes I read a really compelling Bible verse, or he sends someone really amazing into my life.  But in the most recent case, he sent me a song.

I know that seem really stupid, but I listen to so much music it was bound to happen at some point.

I take out my neighbor's dog every Monday-Friday during my lunch break.  His name's Cooper and he's really cute :)  And they always leave the radio on for him so he doesn't get all lonely.  Sometimes they have it set to K-Love (there's the important part:)

All of this happened in October of 2011.  One of the hardest months for me last year.  But hey, I was rescued. :)

Well, I went over there to take out Cooper on Monday and K-Love was playing the song Turn Around by Matt Maher.  I cried my eyes out.  I normally don't really cry through songs, but recently I've been crying when I listen to music.  

Anyways...I went home and didn't think about it until the next day when it was on the radio again.  I didn't think much about that because K-Love tends to repeat new songs over and over again.  But once again, I cried.

The next day, I went over and the song was on again.  Three days in a row, same time, same place.  I was crying and then I started thinking about two things.

One, it's weird that they had it set to K-Love three days in a row because normally they change the stations every couple days.

Two, why is that song on again??

I went home and looked up the lyrics, cried some more, than it all kinda got pushed to the back of my mind.

The next day (Thursday) I went over and it was on for the fourth time.  I was starting to get a little creeped out.  It was so weird.  I didn't think it was a message from God or anything.  I was just thinking K-Love was stalking me. :)

Friday I went over and I heard the song for the fifth time.  I remember sitting on the floor with my head in my hands and crying.  It was so moving, I didn't know what to do.  It was like, God was trying to send me this message and the whole time I wasn't picking up on it.  

I've never really been moved by songs.  They've been applicable to situations in my life and they've made me cry but I can only think of five songs that have really, honestly moved me.

1. Turn Around

2. More Beautiful You

3. I Won't Let Go

4. Have Your Way

5. And then some song that we sang at church that I can't remember the name of.... :)

It took me less than a minute to get the message after I had heard it for the fifth time.  

I needed to turn around and run back to God.  I hadn't really been walking with Him because I was afraid He didn't care about me because I had hurt myself so much that I didn't think even He would want me.

I was stuck in a really difficult place and I didn't know how to get out.  I was so sick of my life and I didn't want to keep on living something that was so difficult.  But then I got this little glimmer of hope from that song.  It was amazing.  

You might be wondering why I chose to write about this when this whole thing happened months ago.

I heard the song again today during breakfast. 

I own it and I listen to it a lot but there's something about hearing it on the radio that makes it really, really cool for me.

If you're scared that you don't matter

If you're lost and need to be found

If you're looking for a savior

All you gotta do is turn around

No one listens to you anymore

And your heart has broken down

You don't need to move

Love is come to you

All you gotta do is turn around

So, there's my 'rescue' story, as I like to call it.  Because it really is...

I really hope y'all have a great day and listen to K-Love all week because you never know what might happen.... :)

Pic from:

http://weheartit.com/entry/20395140

cinderella

I feel bad that I haven't posted in a really long time, but life's stressful and time is not really abundant.  This will be short but sweet.  Or at least, I hope.  :)

I want to be someone's Cinderella.  I was listening to the song Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman and I was so ready to start crying.  Especially when my cousin said I'm really brave for going through what I've gone through and come out mostly okay.

But the song is about how her dad thinks she's Cinderella and how he dances with her.  It's so sweet and yet so depressing.  All I want is my dad to have not thought I was just someone that he could throw around and trample all over just so he could accomplish what he wanted.

People always say that kids who've had bad parental problems, divorces, abuse, end up with someone who abuses them.

Not.  Me.

Whoever I end up with, they're not going to treat me like crap.  I'm not taking abuse from anyone else.  Sure, I might take it and shut up right now, but I won't in the long run.  I want to be a princess like everyone else.

I'm not going to wait around for Prince Charming.
I'm waiting for someone to think I'm his princess.



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fearless

I feel terrible.

I haven't posted in days.

Weeks....

But I have nothing to say (Okay, that's a lie (I'm working on telling the truth about how I feel (not sure if that applies here...)) because I do have things to say, just not things I WANT to say) and no time to say them.  So here's what I must say.  (or want to say, either way)

‎"Being fearless isn't being 100% not fearful, it's being terrified but you jump anyway...." 

"To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death." 

"It's FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change." 

I don't think I'll have to tell you who said that....if I do, you must not know me very well. :)

But I have trouble being fearless.  I freak out about everything.
EVERYTHING.
E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

Mostly stupid things.  Like if I look okay, or if this stupid curl is sticking straight up (it ALWAYS does), if my eyeliner is too thick, if I sound like I have a cold because of my stupid allergies, will I be late?, what did I get on my freakin' test? (okay, maybe that one isn't stupid..), is this -certain- person going to be mean to me again?, does this shirt make me look fat?, my earring is gone!, does my hair smell?  Better go wash it, again!, I have to brush my teeth for the fourth time!, etc. etc. etc.

Yes, I do freak out about random, stupid things.  And yes, I do brush my teeth and wash my hair obsessively.  (more on that tomorrow)

I know I have to quit freaking out about things and just go with it.  I am afraid of everything.  For a common fear (not brushing your teeth multiple times, is not a common fear, believe it or not.) I have is heights.  I am deathly afraid of heights.  When I was a kid, I used to prove to all the wimpy boys that I could climb on top of the monkey bars.  But then they proved to me that I couldn't get down.  That was only because I was afraid of the height.  That's it.  I swear. :)

Being fearless is having fears.  I have fears.  PLENTY of fears.  An over abundance of fears.  Waaaay too many fears.  But according to the quote, that's a okay (that's how you would type that out, right?).

I'm trying not to be afraid of what people say about me, what I look like, who I am, or what might or might not happen.  You know you over thing when you come up with possibilities that are a one in a million chance and then you convince yourself that this time will be the one in a million.

So there's what I'm trying to do.  Be fearless.  'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this, you take my hand and drag me head first.  Fearless.  And I don't know why but with you I'll dance in a storm in my best dress.  Fearless.

(PS: Someday, I'm going to dance in a storm in my best dress...right after I sing in the rain. =D)

Pics:
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http://weheartit.com/entry/19863667

sing sing sing

I really love music.  Like I'd probably die without it.  Tell me I'm insane and obsessed, but I kinda am. :)

I wasn't sure what to write about but I knew I wanted to write a post so I decided that I would post all the songs that have really been inspirational for me lately.  So yeah, I don't really have to explain most of them, but I might.  :)

This is turning out to be waay longer than I thought it would be.  But I feel like I need to put them ALL up here. :)  Just a little warning: a lot (if not all) are sad songs or have a sad meaning.  But hey, I need it.  Just like I need to kill your time with hours of music. =D

My friend sent this to me once on facebook and she said that if you switch my name out with Emily's, it's my song. :)  Thanks, you know who you are! =D

I know I posted this a couple days ago but I love this song so let's post it again, shall we?? :)

Look up the lyrics and it'll make sense.  I'm scared that I don't matter.  I'm lost and I need to be found (hey that's a Britt Nicole song!).  No one listens to me anymore and my heart has broken down.  I don't have to move so I'm gonna turn around. :)

This song keeps telling me that no matter how many people tell me I'm not pretty, I'm fat, I'm just not that great, they're wrong.  Who says I can't be star?  Who says?

They don't have a music video for this song and that makes me sad.  :(  But I'm serious when I say that I say these lyrics to my mirror every single morning.

I'll admit, she's a little overdramatic.  But I'm so tired of trying to become what you want me to be.  It's killing me and I'm done.  If I want to straighten my hair or wear eyeliner, let me.  I'm gonna be who I want to be.  We've all got our scars, I've got mine, you have yours.

I remember one time I was at my house alone and I was cleaning the kitchen with my iPod plugged into the speakers.  It was on shuffle and this song came on.  I remember falling on the floor and crying.  The lyrics about killed me because they were so real.  I haven't prayed for an escape.  I just pray that God won't forget my way out, I know he's got one now.  I just have to trust it.

I keep trying to remember that people are there and they won't let me go.  This song keeps reminding me that I can't just give up.  Even if someone is there for me, I can't give up.

I know I don't cut myself, but I can relate to this song.  It scares me that I can, but I can.  My mom doesn't like listing to it, she thinks it's too depressing.  It is, I mean, I can't listen to it without crying.

I remember listening to this song when I was so ready to leave this stupid place and I realized that I need to stop.  I need to stay here because God wants me here.  There's some plan for me that I don't know about yet and I have to wait it out.  But sometimes I hit these times in my life where I wonder if it would actually matter if I was gone, if anyone would miss me, if I kept on trying if it would be worth it.  I know I have to keep trying because it is worth it.  Not sure if people would really miss me, but I know it's worth it to stick around.  Sorry, but you have to put up with me for longer. :)

I figured I might copy and past some of the stuff I wrote about this in my other post.  I'm tied together with a smile.  Taylor wrote this about her friend with bulimia and she wrote it for me with my problems.  I don't think I'm the only one who doesn't think I'm pretty.  If they did, would they still call me fat?  Yeah, I walk around here thinking I'm not pretty.  I'm trying to hold on but sometimes I can't do it anymore.  I cry an I don't tell anyone.  I'm not the golden one, the girl who's got it all.

This song isn't one I know really well, but I love it.   I feel like very eye is watching me, waiting me to fall, expecting me to lose.  I believe in you even when I see you crying.  Thank God, or no one would believe in me.  There will come a day when love will get me out, bring the truth, free me from my fear.    I'll get out.  I know God's getting me out.  I know he will.

Sorry that was long.  I didn't mean for it to be THAT long. :)  Thanks for reading/listening and I promise I'll post again this week.  Sometime.... :)

you are more

There's a girl in the corner 
With tear stains on her eyes 
From the places she's wandered 
And the shame she can't hide 

She says, "How did I get here? 
I'm not who I once was. 
And I'm crippled by the fear 
That I've fallen too far to love" 

But don't you know who you are, 
What's been done for you? 
Yeah don't you know who you are? 

You are more than the choices that you've made, 
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, 
You are more than the problems you create, 
You've been remade. 

Well she tries to believe it 
That she's been given new life 
But she can't shake the feeling 
That it's not true tonight 

She knows all the answers 
And she's rehearsed all the lines 
And so she'll try to do better 
But then she's too weak to try 

But don't you know who you are? 

You are more than the choices that you've made, 
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, 
You are more than the problems you create, 
You've been remade. 

You are more than the choices that you've made, 
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, 
You are more than the problems you create, 
You've been remade. 

'Cause this is not about what you've done, 
But what's been done for you. 
This is not about where you've been, 
But where your brokenness brings you to 

This is not about what you feel, 
But what He felt to forgive you, 
And what He felt to make you loved. 

You are more than the choices that you've made, 
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, 
You are more than the problems you create, 
You've been remade. 

You are more than the choices that you've made, 
You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, 
You are more than the problems you create, 
You've been remade. 

You've been remade 
You've been remade. 
You've been remade. 
You've been remade.

Yeah, that's my song.  Or one of my songs.  I've done all of this.  Watch the video, people carry so much more than they're going to tell you.  You think guys are the only one's who keep in their emotions.  There's things no one knows about me.  I've done things I wish I never did, said things that never should've been said, thought things that hurt me, but it doesn't define me.

I was that girl in the corner.  I don't know how I got here, why I'm here.  None of this makes any sense to me.  I used to be this carefree girl who never wore the color pink and sang Someday my prince will come in my backyard.  I didn't think people could be mean, and I never thought my dad could be so heartless.  Now I'm this girl who was hospitalized for suicide.  I've let myself self destruct from the inside out.  I know what people can do, I've been there.  My dad isn't Superman like I thought he was.  I watched superman fly away, and he's not coming back.

I would stand in front of my mirror and after I ripped myself up over my flaws, I would practice what I would tell people when they asked me what I ate or how I was.  I've told more people that I was doing good or I was okay than I actually have been.  I've cried myself to sleep because I didn't think my life was going anywhere but down.

I am more than the choices that I've made.  I'm more than the sum of my past mistakes.  And I am more than the problems I create.  Or that I fall into.

It's hard to believe I'm more, but it's true.  I guess it's one of those things where I know that it's true, but I don't believe it.  I wish I did.  I wish I believed people when they told me I was pretty.  I wish I believed my dad could change.  I wish I believed my life is going to get better.  I really wish I could.

Sure, I'm screwed up.  Honestly, that's the easiest way to put it.  I've got more scars than I ever thought I could have.  I carry around things I never would've imagined.  I've done things that I never thought I would do.  It changed me and I would go back and make it stop if I could.  But I can't.  I can't fade the scars or ignore the past.  Yes, I could move on.  But sometimes it's just too hard to move on.  If you move on completely, then you'll forget your past which is a part of you.  If I like it or not...

50 things I won't hold you to reading

My mom and I are having a competition.  I've been working on a post about how all of Taylor Swift's songs relate to my life.  I know some of ya'll don't like her music or whatever, but I do.  You'll get over it. :)

Edit: So I was reminded by my mother that I forgot to say what the competition was.  So she wanted to do it too, you know how I'm writing about how they relate to me, well that's what she's doing.  She thinks the songs relate more to her, but I think they relate more to me.  Now, she's saying she doesn't have anytime to do it.  I think she's admitting I won.  =D

according to Greta

Greta.

One word, one girl, one story.

Greta is an extremely independent girl.  She does what
she wants when she wants, goes where she wants, goes with who she wants, and the list goes on.  This life is easy for her.  She's rebellious.  And suicidal.

That part really put everything into perspective for me.  I got it.  I knew her motives, her intentions.  I knew exactly what she meant.  Greta thought that if she was gone, people's lives would be better.

Greta is a great movie (hehe, get it?) but it has its drawbacks.  Before she dies, she wants to lose her virginity.  Her boyfriend won't sleep with her because he knows she's doing it just so she can cross it off her list of things she wants to do before she dies.  They also makeout, but I honestly don't care.  The girl cusses to the point of it seems like she does it just so people will accept her.  I don't really care about cussing.  Maybe that's my new problem...

The movie is so impacting.  It puts the nitty gritty parts of life out there.  The parts movies don't seem to want to adress anymore.  It's not dramatic or overdone.  It's not sugar coated and girlied out. It might be considered a chick flick, but guys can be just as impacted.  If you've been suicidal or know someone who has, it's really hard to watch.  I'm glad my makeup was waterproof when I watched this.  If you really haven't experienced suicide much or at all, this is also really impacting.  It doesn't make suicide over dramatic or blown up.  It doesn't sugar coat it either and turn it into a fairy tale ending.  In the end, sure she does get some of her problems worked out, but there are ends still loose that just make you wonder.

Greta inspired me in many ways.  First off, I'm back to journaling.  Second, I'm living my life because there's so much more that I haven't experienced that I will get to.  I still have some road left to travel.

I literally just finished watching it.  Then I realized it's 12 at night and my mom is still downstairs playing Things with the singles group.  Let's just say, they all know how to laugh....

Anyways, back to Greta.  If you're okay with cussing (not super heavy, the s-word and the f-word once.  I don't care but some do...) and can take suicide (still a hard subject for me, but I made it with a box of tissues) then go watch this movie.  Now.  It's amazing and the message is so real.

Let's just say, it's one of my favorite movies now.

i will stand by you

It’s like a storm
That cuts a path
It breaks your will
It feels like that
You think you're lost
But you're not lost 
On your own 
You're not alone

I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let go

It hurts my heart
To see you cry
I know it’s dark
This part of life
Oh, it finds us all
But we’re too small
To stop the rain
Oh, but when it rains

I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let you fall

Don’t be afraid to fall
I’m right here to catch you
I won't let you down
It won't get you down
You're gonna make it
Yeah, I know you can make it

Cause I will stand by you
I will help you through
When you’ve done all you can do
And you can’t cope
And I will dry your eyes
I will fight your fight
I will hold you tight
And I won't let go

Oh I’m gonna hold you
And I won't let go
Won't let you go
No, I won't


This song breaks my heart.
This song fixes every broken heart I've had.

Like my dad

My countless other problems that no one knows

My friendships that are hanging by threads

The one person who I trusted forever who won't talk to me

An amazing friend who lied to me

This song makes me get out of bed in the morning.

Telling me it's going to be okay

Someone's there for me.

God's there for me.

My best friend is there for me.

I'm going to make it.

Maybe not without bruises, scratches, scars.  

But I'll be free.

Just you wait.

(pic: http://goodfoot42.deviantart.com/art/Best-Friends-Sisters-Twins-166911166)