i've never said i love you to any guy and have meant it. i've only said it to one other guy but i was 15 and just thought you had to say it if you were dating someone. i have never felt this way. i actually love this boy. it scares the shit out of me. last night he said i love you so much, megan. that was the best thing i've ever heard in my life. i'm afraid that i'm going to say it too much and i'm going to frighten him away. this is the scariest feeling in the world. i am so happy but for some reason i feel like crying because i'm afraid that i'm going to fuck it up.

...although i love hanging out at his house when i'm visiting home i need to stop doing it. i'm honestly starting to realize that there really is two side to this story. i thought that he was completely telling the truth but with all the things that i keep hearing i feel that he is telling me that he has feelings for me but he actually just wants to play with my feelings. but then again people like to lie here in this town so i really don't know what to believe. his best friend tells me that he said he didn't mean anything he said but he tells me that he doesnt tell his best friend everything and that he meant every word. this is so complicated and not worth it anymore because i found someone that understands me and loves me and i have said i love him to him which means a lot coming from me.


i can't wait to see my baby. <3

Bag of Weed with lyrics

more to the list for summer

diet.
exercise.
walking.
riding my bike.
swimming.
wii fit!

look like this:

My Love

Plans for the Summer

Dangie and I getting drunk for an entire week nonstop to celebrate her turning 21 and me turning 19.
Doing absolutely nothing.
Being stoned all day everyday.
Getting piss ass drunk.
Going to Belgium.
Barhopping.
Meet up with Amy and Krysia in Poland.
Go to Amsterdam.
Stay in a hostel or two.
Drinking Belgian beer. (the greatest)
Taking statistics at MCC.
Going to the beach?
Sleeping until 4 in the afternoon.
Play video games.
Read books.
Laying out in my pool.
Moving into my house.
My second cousin is coming to visit me.
Party in my new house.
Wreak havoc through St.Augustine.
Wreak havoc through Sarasota.
Wreak havoc through Bradenton.
Wreak havoc through Europe.
Get baked.
Get high.
Get fucked up.
Get a job.
Relax.
Go to the movies.
Eat.
Poop.
Walk.
Guitar Hero.
Traveling.
Exploring.
Enjoy being on vacation.
Having a good time.
No worries for four months.
I love summer.

The Pursuit of Happiness

I have finally found it. I never thought the words would ever come out of my mouth but I said I love you to him. I've only said that to one other person and I didn't mean it. I said it to Maxx and I really mean it. I'm happy with where I am in life. School is about done, I just have exams on tuesday and wednesday. My grades are pretty decent. In June I will be able to move into my house. I'm so stoked for this. RIght now I can only think of positive things that I have to look forward to. I have a 4-month vacation, I have a boyfriend who understands me, I have pretty amazing friends, I have a house, and I'm starting to figure out what I want to do with my life. I know that I either want to do something with animals or possibly counsel teenagers. Who knows though, life might just take me in a complete other direction.

I can't wait to go home and see everyone. I feel like I am missing out on a lot back home and I don't want to be forgotten. I'm looking forward to hang out with everyone whenever I want to and not just during a short weekend.

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