Lets face it, break ups suck. A boyfriend of 9 months breaking up with you and saying " Well I still wanna be friends" is like your dog dieing and your mom saying "well you can still keep it." Well news flash buddy if you dont have enough respect for me to break up with me properly, I dont have enough respect to be your friend.



Just Acceptance.

I hate that people cant just accept a person for who they are. People will always find the worst in you. I have gauges, I have a tattoo, I have a pimple, I have a little meat on my bones, I have curly hair, my hairs to dark, my nose is to big, my ears are to small, i wear glasses, my  boobs are to big. Whatever it is, it dosnt matter neither I or anyone else should be judged on these things or anything else. I have more confidence then to let these things and people judging me get me down, I know im beautiful, pimples and all. I know I have a big nose and tiny ears, and a few extra pounds I could drop but I dont need you to tell me and my gauges and tattoo is just how i express myself dosnt make me a tomboy im actually pretty girly. So this is what i have to say, you accept me for who I am or you get out of my life, cause im not changing for anyone.

If I Had One Wish..

I as like any other person have dreams of traveling the world. America is so uncultured, I wanna see how other people live, I want to eat what other people eat. I wanna wear what other people wear. I want to live a day in other peoples shoes. I want to be educated in ever culture. I want to have friends all over the world. I want to see the beauty in every land. I want my life to be racially diverse. I have a dream to experience the world and get out of this midwest town. Is that to much to ask?

What is Love?

At seventeen am I allowed to use the word love? Do I know what it means? When I say I love you to him do I just mean that I have never had feelings like that before and I am assuming its love? I know I love my family, but that is a much different love. I love my family because they are my family its required. I guess when I say I love you to my family I mean that I will always be there for them and they are my world. But what does it mean to love a boy? Am I capable of these emotions so young? Is love above my head? If so what are these butterflies when I see him? Why do I smile everytime he texts me? Why does my heart skip a beat when I hear his voice? Is it love? Or is it just another teenage crush? Only time will tell. <3

My Dad Blogs?

Today while  I was blogging my dad says "I want A blog." and I being the typical teenager I am responded with "What are you gonna blog about?" What was I thinking? What isnt he gonna blog about? Hes triple my age and been around the world three or four times. Then I think to myself, what the hell do I blog about, oh right nothing, do people read my blog? Is it entertaining? I think I just blog about my complaints. Hmmm my fathers blog could be interesting. Sooo, needless to say I made him a blog, and now I get to read the stories of his life without showing interest, ha ha. I guess its easier to read his blog then sit there and get him talking cause we all know it will never stop. So today I remind myself that the older Generation really does posses knowledge I dont, and they are catching up with us in the technology department.

I miss you already.

Have you ever watched someone you love leave? Its the worst feeling in the world. Today I watched my sister, my bestfriend, my support system, the only the person that has been there for me through thick and thin, leave. She moved out today, not just down the road but to Tennessee. I hate walking past her room and seeing it empty, I hate not being able to joke with her, i hate not being able to hug her, and most of all i hate not seeing her smile.I miss the nights we sat on the couch untill late hours watching movies from before we were born, I miss talking to her about whatever was on my mind, I miss singing to her in the car, I miss annoying her, Its kinda funny. Theres nothing I can do, shes a big girl, she needs to move into the big girl world, I just wish she could live at home forever, she was the only thing keeping sane, around here. So my advice to you play nice in the sandbox with your siblings and everyone else in your life, cause you never know when they will be gone. If i knew that i wouldnt have time to spend with her months ago I would have spent alot more time with her.

I love this girl, thanks for always being there for me. I dont know what I would do without you.

New Year, New Me?

We all say it every year, but how long does it last? I know last year I said it and I was a different, better person for maybe a month. Did that month change anything? Did I change peoples impressions of me? Did i change the world? No, did I personally think better of myself? Yes. It doesnt have to be January first to change yourself, yes theres all this hubbub about new years resolutions, fine, make one and stick to.