Eight Months Gone And I'm Still Reaching.

I don't even know what to say.

8 months.

Of tears.

Of heartache.

Of lonliness.

Of trying to move on.

Of... hell.

I can't believe I have made it this far.

I'm still broken.

Completely.

So..

Instead of explaining my life,

Why not revert to Taylor Swift songs?

Because I'm pretty sure she secretly watches my life with a hidden camera.

Her songs are completely relevant to my life.

I love it.

Music is a story.

I created this playlist.

Our relationship.

Taylor Swift style.

Lets begin.

Enchanted

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonder-struck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
This night is flawless, don't you let it go
I'm wonder-struck, dancing around all alone
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

Jump Then Fall

I like the way you sound in the morning
We're on the phone and without a warning
I realize your laugh is the best sound
I have ever heard
I like the way I can't keep my focus
I watch you talk, you didn't notice
I hear the words but all I can think is
We should be together
Every time you smile, I smile
And every time you shine, I'll shine for you

Sparks Fly

If you want to know the story

go here:

Drop everything now, Meet me in the pouring rain.

I promise.

It's a great story.

Our Song

Our song is the slamming screen door
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
'Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have
And when I got home, 'fore I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

Crazier

You lift my feet off the ground
Spin me around
You make me crazier, crazier
Feels like I'm falling and I
I'm lost in your eyes
You make me crazier,

I'm Only Me When I'm With You

I'm only up when you're not down.
Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground.
It's like no matter what I do.
Well you drive me crazy half the time;
the other half I'm only trying to let you know that what I feel is true.
And I'm only me when I'm with you.

The Other Side of The Door


With your face, and your beautiful eyes
And the conversation
With the little white lies.
And the faded picture
Of a beautiful night
You carried me from your car
up the stairs
And I broke down cryin'
Was she worth this mess?
After everything and that little black dress
After everything I must confess,
I need you

Mine


You said, "I remember how we felt sitting by the water
And every time I look at you, it’s like the first time
I fell in love with a careless man’s careful daughter
She is the best thing that’s ever been mine."
Hold on, make it last
Hold on, never turn back

Ok. This deserves a story.
Because it is one of my favorites.

So it was our last date.
We just got done eating dinner at Outback
and he were headed to the Brit's apartment to spend our second to last night together.
Little thing about Elder.
He HATES Taylor Swift.
Can't stand her.
I don't know why.
But this song came out and I was completely obsessed because it reminded me of him perfectly.
So on our way to the apartment,
this song came on the radio.
I totally flipped.
I blasted it.
And started belting at the top of my lungs.
He didn't like that too much.
He kept trying to turn it down, but I insisted.
Then... We got lost.
He had no idea where we were.
Okay given... we were on University Parkway in Provo
but we did not know how to get to the Brit's apartment.
So here I am.
Belting and singing, trying to convince him of my love.
He is screaming at me to shut up and is about to blow up.
I am laughing my guts out.
He suddenly pulls over to the side of the busy street.
Leans over me and opens my door.
He clearly states that
 if I as so much make another little giggle I can walk home.
I look him in the eye.
And let out the biggest giggle ever giggled on the planet.
Before I could even comprehend what happened,
He leaped out of his seat and tackled me,
out of the car,
and there we laid on the grass of University Parkway.
With his body on top of mine he whispers
"I'll make you pay for that."
And the tickling and kissing began.
I couldn't move.
Nor did I want to.
So that song is dear to me.
We decided it could be one of our songs.
Well... I did.
He didn't approve.
But I believe it was appropriate.

Today Was A Fairytale

Can you feel this magic in the air?
It must have been the way you kissed me
Fell in love when I saw you standing there
It must have been the way
Today was a fairytale


This song is the song of our last date.
Because indeed,
he did wear a dark gray t-shirt and I did wear a dress.
And I did fall in love.

Long Live

Long live the walls we crashed through
While the kingdom lights shined just for me and you
I was screaming, long live all the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders, I'm not afraid
Long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screaming, long live the look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be remembered

This is the theme song of our relationship.
It truly is.

Ours

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves
They'll judge it like they know about me and you
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do
The jury's out, but my choice is you
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard
The stakes are high
The waters rough
But this love is ours

Superman

And I watch you fly around the world
And I hope you don't save some other girl
Don't forget, don't forget about me.
I'm far away but I'll never let you go
I'm lovestruck and looking out the window
Don't forget, don't forget where I'll be
Right here wishing the flowers were from you
Wishing the card was from you
Wishing the call was from you
'Cause I've loved you from the very first day

Breathe


Music starts playin like the end of a sad movie
It's the kind of ending you don't really wanna see
'Cause it's tragedy
And it'll only bring you down
Now I don't know what to be without you around
And we know it's never simple
Never easy
Never a clean break
No one here to save me
You're the only thing I know
Like the back of my hand
And I can't breathe without you, 
But I have to


If This Was A Movie

Listen for yourself.
It's my theme song for my life right now.


Tim Mcgraw


But when you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me


And I hope when he gets back our life will still follow...


Mary's Song


Well, I was sixteen when suddenly
I wasn't that little girl you used to see
But your eyes still shined like pretty lights
And our daddies used to joke about the two of us
They never believed we'd really fall in love
And our mamas smiled and rolled their eyes
And said oh my my my...
Take me back to the creek beds we turned up
Two A.M. riding in your truck and 
all I need is you next to me
Take me back to the time we had our very first fight
The slamming of doors instead of kissing goodnight
You stayed outside till the morning light
Oh my my my my
A few years had gone and come around
We were sitting at our favorite spot in town
And you looked at me, got down on one knee...






Thank you Taylor Swift for writing my life.
It helps.
A lot.

16 more to go.
I can do this.
1/3 of the way done.
That's exciting.

Miss you Elder.

The Awkward Life. It's Normal.

On a scale of one to awkward,

how weird was my day?

AWWKKWAAARRDDDD.

Lets start from the beginning, shall we?

My alarm didn't go off.

I woke up late.

That's always a great way to start of the day.

I rushed to practice my fitness routine.

For the pageant.

Someone shoot me now.

I was late.

My teacher was mad.

I had to leave early.

She wasn't pleased.

With a slicked ponytail and the awkwardest of polos

I headed off to the parade.

I don't quite know why...

But I shut off when I'm around my council.

I don't know what to say.

How to act.

What's right and what's wrong.

I just become very quiet.

It's an issue.

The parade was hot.

Very hot.

We chanted and threw bouncy balls at little children's heads.

I would say it was a definite success.

At the end of the parade, I jumped off our little trailor.

Slowly, I drug my feet along the blackened concrete.

I lifted my head towards the warm sky,

and smiled.

As my eyes shifted downward, there they were.

Walking in their red uniforms, hair in a bow.

Before I could even think,

My legs took off into a sprint.

I took out the red head.

She didn't even see me coming.

The tackling and hugs began.

My three cheerleaders.

I pulled away and looked at my life.

There stood my bestestestest friends.

In their cheer uniforms, with the personae of a champions.

I looked down and saw my charchoal polo hanging loosely.

For a split second,

I wished things were diferent

I wished I wasn't an SBO.

I wished they weren't cheerleaders.

In that moment I would have given my liver and kidney

to go back to how things used to be.

Dance Company.

Our sisterhood.

We were one.

No difference.

But as I snapped back to reality I realized that those thoughts were silly.

If things never changed, 

how would we ever grow?

So I put on a smile for them and told them how my summer had been.

I hugged each of them.

And stood there as they walked away in their little skirts.

It was hard.

It was really hard.

I walked back to our little trailer and didn't say a word the whole drive back.

I gave two of my favorite council members rides home.

The entire time holding back tears.

Some news was dropped on my head like a bomb.

I was crushed.

All I wanted to do was sleep.

I walked in my door and hugged my mother.

In that moment,

the tears released.

I let all the pain out.

The lonliness.

The saddness.

Everything.

Once I was done with my little episode,

I crawled onto my couch.

And passed out for the next 6 hours.

Didn't I tell you sleep is my cure to depression?

Ya, I was out for the count.

I woke up.

Took a shower.

I had to clean all my emotions off.

Got decently ready,

and headed off to be with my cheerleaders.

I needed them.

I needed reassurance that we really would be best friends forever.

And we had fun.

I could tell they were distant... 

But that's okay.

I was too.

We went to the car show.

The carnival.

We had a barbeque.

Then the fireworks.

And let me tell you,

Everyone and their dog was there.

And this is where the awkwardness roles into play.

I saw all my seniors.

My heart leaped every time I saw one of their smiling faces.

I saw my sophomores.

Now that put a smile on my face.

My asian.

My best friend.

It was great.

They made lots of jokes.

I laughed and shook it off.

Awkward moment number one.

I take it back.

I hate sophomores.

Their immaturity astounds me.

Then I saw the boy that created quite a mess in my life.

I tried to act natural.

My usual smilely self.

But someitmes...

Things just naturally get awkward.

And jokes are made.
There is that oh so awkward I eye contact.
Then...
 The two of us just busted up laughing.
Because we are close.
And what happened isn't a secret.
So we walked halfway to my car.
Came up with an awkward handshake.

Talking to another friends I turn the corner and my life honestly froze.
For a split second all I could hear was my fluttering heart.
I didn't know whether to run.
Or whether to go up and talk to them.
So instead I just stood there as awkwardly as possible.
Typical.
The four of us.
She loved him.
They were best friends.
He kissed me.
That boy was my crush.
They were close
Now.
We don't talk.
They like each other.
We're close friends.
They don't talk.
There still kind of friends.
And everything has switched.
And we all know it.
So here we are.
All trying to act normal when inside we are literally having a heart attack.
I tried to stay calm.
Smile as much as I could.
And a little too soon,
I said goodbye.
Hyperventilating a little bit,
I turned the corner.

And I took off into a sprint.
Across the entire school and the parking lot.
I had to get my stress out some way.
Once I reached the seminary building I fell to the ground.
I cried for a bit.
What a mess I had made of my life.
Seriously.

I proceeded to drive home,
blasting T-Swift.

My life.
So awkward.
But you know what?
It's definitely interesting...
And I think I can live with that.

Quotes For The Current Life.

Remember our first date?

I wore the shirt you gave me for my birthday.

My mom awkwardly made us sit on the couch for pictures.

We went with all graduated people.

I was completely awkward.

We watched this movie.

You tickled my back.

I tickled yours.

Time flies my dear.

Strawberry.

And I mean that forever.

This has absolutely nothing to do with my life.

But... I'm obsessed.

So it's normal.

Life wonderful.

I am so pleased.

So blessed.

And I think I might have found a keeper.

Actually I'm almost positive I did.

His blogger identity shall be arriving soon.

Til then,

Tootles.

Stick And Stones May Break My Bones.

Hey. 

You brothers.

Yes, you know who you are.

The ones that read my blog everyday?

The ones that write all the anonymous comments.

The ones that humiliate me.

The ones that point out all my flaws.

The ones that cut me down.

The ones that pound into my head that I can never change.

Yes.

Here's a little word to your mother.

I am a Daughter of King.

A true princess.

I have a testimony of the atonement.

I am different.

I am me.

And never been happier.

So please,

stay out of my life. :)

Have any of you ever been cyber-bullied?

Please.

Tell me.

"I can do all things through Christ which strengthenth me."

Philippians 4:13

"Mortality is a period of testing, a time to prove ourselves worthy to return to the presence of our Heavenly Father. 

In order to be tested, we must sometimes face challenges and difficulties. 

At times there appears to be no light at the tunnel's end-no dawn to break the night's darkness. 

We feel surrounded by the pain of broken hearts, 

the disappointment of shattered dreams, 

and the despair of vanished hopes. 

We join in uttering the biblical plea "Is there no balm in Gilead?" 

We are inclined to view our own personal misfortunes through the distorted prism of pessimism. 

We feel abandoned, heartbroken, alone. 

If you find yourself in such a situation, I plead with you to turn to our Heavenly Father in faith. 

He will lift you and guide you. 

He will not always take your afflictions from you, 

but He will comfort and lead you with love through whatever storm you face."

--Thomas S. Monson, "Looking Back and Moving Forward"

Can't I Just Get Over It?

Isn't it weird?

How you live in the now and eight months ago feels like a dream?

Eight months ago seemed like a fairy tale of blissful happiness that seems 

completely unattainable now.

It was a completely different life.

I almost don't even recognize it now.

A life where I was little sixteen year old and everything was so new.

A life where I found a boy full of the Spirit.

A very special boy.

One who had no idea, but he made me fall.

Hard. 

He caught a broken girl with way too many flaws and imperfections.

A girl who messed up time after time.

A girl who wanted to love.

Ready to give.

Ready to share.

But a girl with a sheltered heart.

Who put on a mask of a smile and an obnoxious laugh,

but a girl who had put up walls due to reckless boys that caused her heart to crack.

Without her knowledge,

He came into her life suddenly.

And in the blink of an eye, this girl and boy became best friends.

She spent time with him.

He understood her.

Even when she started making all her animal noises,

he would chuckle with her giggles and hopelessly role his eyes.

Then he would grab her face,

stare into her hard gray eyes and say with a smile,

"If you make that dang dinosaur noise one more time, I am going to make you wish you were dead."

The girl could barely keep herself from laughing, and managed a small imitation of dear Little Foot.

He slightly shook his head.

BOOM!

Tackle.

Tickle.

Scream.

Kisses.

(Another small dinosaur roar)

And the cycle began all over.

He brought out the best in her.

He calmed her when the craziness of life made her frantic.

He helped her fight her internal battles of being a teenage girl.

His shoulder was always there to cry on.

And while she cried, he would sing happy songs and fussle with her hair.

He would crack a stupid joke and laughed at himself when the girl was too depressed to respond.

He would do anything for her.

And she for him.

It was a completely different realm where this girl was completely content.

Every moment was filled with a smile and nothing could bring her down.

High school was a drag because he was done with that phase of life.

She had no need to waste her time with the little people of the school because all she ever wanted to do was spend every free moment with him.

Thats all.

And she had never been so happy.

It was a time where a simple text meant, go to the Special Spot.

A time when they could lay in the middle of the freezing road.

Stare at the stars.

He didn't say much.

And neither did she.

Silence was welcomed.

For in those moments,

She could hear the brush of the grass against the cold October pavement.

She could fully grasp the comfort of the warmth as his arms tightly wound around her.

She could hear his breathe and wrap her mind in the rhythm of the sound.
Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It was that simple.

That easy.

Not a care took her mind as she laid on that street wrapped in the arms of her first love.
She would begin to shiver.
Her jaw would chatter.
With a simple ease of a swing,
She would be cradled in his sculpted arms and plopped into the back of his car.
And there is where they would talk.
And laugh.
And argue.
And fight.
And scream.
And cry.
And kiss.
Yes, they would kiss.
He stole her heart.
Completely.
There was no turning back.
He was everything she ever wanted.
All she wanted.

I think back to how effortless it was.

With him.

And tears begin to sting my eyes.

No matter how hard I try,

He is always there.

Always in the back of my mind.

I want him to leave.

Go away.

Let me live.

Let me love and care and fall.

But thats never going to happen.

Not soon any way.

It feels as though it was a dream.
It never happened.
It was never real.

There is no trace of him anywhere.
No facebook.
No pictures.
No emails.
No letters.
Nothing.
He has completely disappeared.
Sometimes I question if I just imagined the whole thing.
If he ever took me on those dates.
If we ever sat in my basement and watched every church movie possible.
If at his farewell, he pulled me onto his lap with his family and loved ones all around and whispered in my ear, telling me that I'm his girl. That I always will be.
If we went to that one concert.
If we made those cookies.
If we got in that big fight.
If he had to pull over because his hands were shaking with rage.
If we just looked at each other, then busted up laughing.
If he threw those pebbles at my window.
If he ever told me he loved me.
If he ever cared.
Because now I am not so sure.
It's as though he never existed.
All I have are his letters.
The material proof of letters formed into words that he cared.
Once upon a time I meant something to him.
One time he loved me.
As I care about him.

My heart still hurts.

It's weak.

I try to be strong.

I try to smile and go on with my life as smiley as possible.

But in the end,

I am still that broken girl.

With new cracks.

With new breaking points and new scars.

I miss him.

I still cry.

He is still my everything.

It kills me to admit it.

But he is.

Just Love Life. Please, For Me.

Inspirations To Little Ol' Me.

I enjoy inspirational quotes.

Everything is going to be okay.

I know it will.

Smile.

Please, for me,

smile.

Rain Rain Go Away.

Roller coasters.

They are so fun.

Especially when you are discussing emotions.

Last night I couldn't sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night sobbing.

In hysterics.

I laid in my bed for an hour holding on to old letters.

Replaying memories.

The thrashing rain outside didn't help much either.

It helped remembering the times of smiles and giggles.

It also helped with the pain.

The ache in my chest.

Pounding.

Cracking.

Today was Elder's sixth month mark.

Six. Months.

Ouch.

I can't believe it.

Six months without the boy I fell head over heals for.

The boy that changed me.

Changed my ways,

Changed my outlook on life.

The boy that pushed me to be my best.

He brought out the very best in me.

He kissed me.

And cherished every moment.

He lifted me out of the darkness and helped my testimony grow leaps and bounds.

I was in love.

And you humbuggers who believe that true love doesn't exist in high school?

I am sad for you.

The feelings between me and Elder were real.

Strong.

Powerful.

I have never been so happy.

And that is happiness you are pushing away.

You'll understand eventually.

It's the best.

I woke up this morning,

late as usual.

I rushed to get ready for a dear SBO meeting.

I turned on my Linkin Park,

trying to block out all thoughts.

I put on a scarf.

A pink one.

I thought it would help brighten my mood.

I went to my meeting.

Smiling at everyone,

praying they could see the disguise.

I sprinted to seminary knowing the spirit was the only thing that would heal my broken heart.

We talked about families.

And love.

Perfect.

I love my life.

Not.

I had a test in second.

Fail.

Once again,

I love my life.

Math has always been my favorite subject.

Everything has a rule.

It is constant.

Never changing.

Numbers are numbers.

Formulas are formulas.

And for OCD fanatics like Linsey?

Ya, math calms me.

So third passed with flying colors.

At lunch,

I saw him and her sitting at the lunch table.

She loves him.

He adores her.

I looked away before my eyes began to swell with tears.

It is hard to see couples in love,

when you are falling apart at the seams.

I didn't look at them again.

During fourth I saw my Crush.

I was in the hall, he walked by.

Stitch.

He smiled at me.

I smiled back.

Stitch.

The pain stopped momentarily.

I wished him luck at his game.

He said he would look out for me.

This time the smile wasn't forced, it was authentic.

I went to the soccer game.

My Crush is a stud.

He talked to me after.

I forgot about my pain, 

it almost... vanished.

I like to believe it was the fresh air and fresh thinking.

Maybe just maybe,

it's the fact that I see that there is still hope for me.

That this pain won't last forever.

I might one day be able to have the 10th day of the month come 

and not fall apart.

I don't know.

Maybe.

Arriving home,

I got a text from a special boy.

He simply asked me if I was going to the baseball game tomorrow.

It made all the difference in the world.

I felt special.

Remembered.

Isn't crazy how just a little text and some loving words can change your whole day?

Once again.

Roller coaster.

But I am a broken hearted teenage girl.

What do you expect?

New Thoughts And A Crazy Life.

Does your life ever feel like a whirlwind?

It is Wednesday night.

A week has never flown by faster in my life.

It feels like it should be Monday during third period.

My mind is blown currently at the moment.

Friday is almost here.

You know what that means?

You guessed it.

The usual highlight of my week.

A Soccer Game.

I cannot wait.

The events of Friday might turn out to be quite epic.

I'll let you know as the moment arrives,

but cross your fingers.

AF just whooped Lone Peak in the behind today is baseball.

Name the last time AF beat Lone Peak at anything.

You can't.

That's right.

We are taking it all the year baby!

I had a full on conversation with my Crush today.

In full sentences.

He even walked me to class.

I walked into English and pratically collapsed into my desk.

I felt special.

Why does he make me feel giddy?

If only he knew.

I did homework with my best friend tonight.

Honestly,

I can talk to him better than anyone I know.

He actually listens.

It's nice.

I love my little sophomore very much.

Today, I saw a wee junior higher walking home.

He had his eyes on the ground while walking through the mud.

His pants were flooded and his shirt had a couple stains.

His untamed messy hair was tussled in the wind and whipping his think glasses.

As I passed this boy,

I thought to myself,

I wonder what his is story.

I wonder how his life at home is,

how is father and mother treat him.

I wonder what are his strengths.

What are his weaknesses.

What trails does he face.

What makes him cry.

What makes him smile.

What does he want to be when he grows up.

What are his loves in life.

Who does he love.

Isn't it crazy how we go our whole lives passing strangers and never taking a second glance.

How we go to school and

put on a smile,

and act like nothing is wrong?

Like we are all living perfect lives?

The truth is,

it is all a show.

We are all real humans.

We all have trials.

We all scream and cry and fight.

Yet, 

we act as though everything is fine.

When it's not.

This boggles my mind.

I am still trying to conclude my thoughts on this subject.

If everyone just understood what every other person was going through,

wouldn't this world be a more gentler place?

More loving?

More happy?

Just something to think about.

It alters your perspective a wee bit 

when you look at the faces that you see in the hall every day.

I have love for every individual.

I see beauty in all of them.

Its a different experience.

I guess I am just growing.

I like it.

Random fact:

May the fourth be with you.

National Star Wars Day.

Epic.

Seeing everyone running around with lightsavers and 

fighting as jedis,

creating allies,

and preparing for combat.

Man, it was a good day.

Not gonna lie,

I learned some pretty deadly moves.

Not to toot my own horn 

or anything.

TOOT TOOT!

Everything Happens For A Reason.

I trust that everything happens for a reason, even when we're not wise enough to see it.


Every one of us gets through the tough times because somebody is there, standing in the gap to close it for us.


The biggest adventure you can ever take is to live the life of your dreams.


What we're all striving for is authenticity, a spirit-to-spirit connection.


I've learned that you can't have everything and do everything at the same time.

Prayers are answered.

Heavenly works in the most mysterious of ways.

I went to a surprise party.

Not with my usual group of friends,

but the children I aspire to be friends with in the next year.

The soccer players.

The tennis plays.

The student council souls.

I began to shake as I entered the back yard where the partying was being held.

With my red headed little sister by my side,

my feet drug me to the back yard.

All eyes looked at me skeptical.

Quizzically.

Glaring, their eyes practically spoke:

"Why is she here?"

I averted my eyes downward, sulking into the basement of the house,

to find the one true place I belong.

The food table.

Yes, food always makes everything better.

After I indulged myself with veggies and sweets,

I began to collect my thoughts.

"I must fit in. I must. You can do this Linsey. Just be yourself. You can do this."

So the self pep up talk began.

It helped a little.

I went back into the sharp cold air,

and began socializing.

Have I ever mentioned I am one of the most bizarre people to walk to planet?

My life is world of awkward.

But that is what makes it fun right?

As I began to climb out of my little shell,

my true colors shone through.

I was my real, crazy self.

From breaking it down in Just Dance 2,

or creating my own dance moves,

interpretive dancing through the entire basement,

or being twirled around the floor by my newly rekindled friendship,

stuffing my face with cake,

making new friends,

bum wars,

scary movies,

star gazing with my Crush,

long hugs in the cold,

and screaming through the streets,

I was able to see my life for what is truly was.

This is my new path.

The best kids around.

So silly.

So innocent.

Kids that dance around like fouls for the heck of it.

And to be honest?

I haven't been that happy in the longest time.

I could feel the Holy Ghost burning inside me.

Whispering that this was my new route.

These friendships are the ones I must pursue.

I could not be more excited.

I cannot remember a time I have laughed that much.

Rolling on the floor.

A smile that forms that is definitely going to leave line in the future.

But that is what this life is all about?

Moments like these?

I believe so.

I am excited for my newly made Cheerleaders.

They are going to have the time of their lives.

It is their path.

My is completely different.

And that's okay.

It's the way Heavenly Father wants it,

so it must be right.

And I am not going to doubt it.

I am going to smile.

Embrace the change.

Because, if my senior year is like tonight,

my life is going to be incredible.

Best. Year. Ever.

I cannot wait.

I am so happy.

Truly happy.

My life is never to go be the same,

but hey,

I think it is only going to get better.

I know it is.

Sometimes people come into your life and 

you know right away that they were meant to be there.

To serve some sort of purpose, 

teach you a lesson 

or help figure out who you are or who you want to become.

You never know who these people may be but,

 when you lock eyes with them, 

you know that every moment they will affect your life in some profound way.

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible,

 painful and unfair but, 

upon reflection, 

you realize that without overcoming those obstacles 

you would have never realized your potential, strength, will power or heart.

Everything happens for a reason. 

Nothing happens by chance or by means of good luck.

 Illness, Injury, love, 

lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul.

Without these small tests,

 life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere. 

Safe and comfortable

 but dull and utterly pointless.

The people you meet affect your life. 

The successes and downfalls that you experience can create who you are, 

and the bad experiences can be learned from. 

In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, 

betrays you or breaks your heart, 

forgive them.

Because they have helped you learn about trust and 

the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart to. 

If someone loves you, love them back, unconditionally,

 not only because they love you,

 but because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things.

Make every day count.

 Appreciate every moment and take from it everything that you possibly can, 

for you may never be able to experience it again. 

Talk to people whom you have never talked to before,

and actually listen. 

Let yourself fall in love, 

break free and set your sights high.

Hold your head up because you have every right to.

Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, 

for if you don’t believe in yourself, 

no one else will believe in you.

You can make anything you wish of your life. 

Create your own life and then go out and live it with absolutely no regrets.

And if you love someone tell them, you never know what tomorrow may have in store.

Learn a lesson in life each day that you live.

 Today is the tomorrow you were worried about yesterday. 

Was it worth it?