This is Me

I obsess over the weirdest things.


I have a hard time with letting people help me.


I'm insecure about my bed head and eye brows.


I love sports and my favorite color is pink.


I love nature and wild flowers.


I think I'm independent.


Sometimes I wish I wasn't so practical.


My mom tells me I pay attention to the smallest details.


I eat a lot of junk food.


I deleted instagram and twitter off my phone two weeks ago.


I'm really weird.


I'm very opinionated and I think I might be scared of germs.


I'm Megan Solomon.

Memories

I remember driving my grandpas golf cart into the bar-b-que filled with our steak dinner that night.


I remember my kindergarten teacher who taught me how to paint and create when I was just 5 years old.


I remember my old grandma I mean she's still alive but I miss the old her you know.


I remember my brother running into my room after his first kiss and turning on my bedroom light and flickering it until I cracked enough emotion for him to vent a little.


I remember riding my bike to the colorful painted states alone and crying on the swing set when you  left.


I remember my daddies old pick up truck and how proud he was of it.


I remember watching my brother paint again after two years and crying because he couldn't anymore.


I remember when I ate every dinner on my tramp because I could not stop bouncing around.


I remember the day I attempted to paint my trampoline pink with one bottle of nail polish.


I remember throwing catch after school everyday with my older brother.


I remember our old dodge ball team.


I remember the sweet taste of big league chew that you would share with me on road trips.


I remember my doggie Lily and how I never got to say my last goodbye.

My main goal for the week

BLACKOUT

Expiration/ Exploration Date: 5/28/2015

Skippin' out on life and drinkin' old root beer bottles to place the flowers we find on those steep weed hills.




Just enough adventure to direct our minds somewhere happy.


Living easy is only going to last a little longer. And my free bread and life is expiring and so is the universe.


And pretty soon our naïve consciences will too.

If Only Everyone Could Have a Mom like Mine

There is really nothing like seeing your mom cry about you.




And there is nothing like feeling responsible for every tear.




She's making freezer meals for every day she's going to be on bed rest and I can't stand the fact I'm causing her anymore stress.




She is my absolute best friend.




We watched a hallmark movie together this morning and we both liked it because of how predicable it was. She told me how it was nice to watch a movie that didn't cause any worry.




I know we would both like our lives to be a little more predicable than they are.




I don't think I have ever met anyone as selfless as her.




She sends me on average 3 texts a day that say, "I love you".




She is my hero.

But I Hope You Know I'm Trying

I've listened to Taylor Swift's album probably around a million times this week just to block you out of my head.




And I've done a lot without you this week.




And I'm not used to that.


And I've done a lot without you in the past month.


And I'm not used to that.


This boy at EFY called my sister fat and its been harder to forgive you than it was to forgive him.


This is saying so much.


But I hope you know I'm trying.


I've been so close to mending my heart back together again but every time I do it shatters.


But I hope you know I'm trying.


I would do anything to get back to how we used to be.


I just don't think that we ever could.


But it's okay because I see you've replaced me and moved me to the bottom of your "favorite friends list".


But I hope you know I'm trying.


I'm just a little slow.