I am Megan. I'm VERY loud. I'm outgoing and crazy and random and a dreamer. I'm blonde and I act it. And sometimes I'm just plain annoying. I'm not usually a jealous person unless something means a lot to me or I'm afraid of losing it. And most of the time, I don't give a flying fuck what people think of me. As long as I'm with good friends having a great time.
I like writing, reading, and analyzing poetry and trying to understand it. I dress how I want and act how I want. I'm not a prep, emo, goth, etc. I don't have a label and wouldn't be able to define myself even if I wanted to. I don't fit into a "click" and i don't have a certain group of friends. I love ALL my friends. (If you think you're my friend then you're probably right. If you have doubts just ask and I'll tell you. I don't bite. I promise = P )
I can be very shy and quiet (believe it or not = P ) when around new people I don't know if I'm not with friends or when I am in an uncomfortable situation.
Sometimes I am too happy for my own good and I smile WAY too much.
I can't hold a grudge worth shit and it's hard for me to stay mad at certain people. I truly hate only one person and she knows it.

I am insecure. I have trust issues. I can't make a relationship work to save my life because of that.
Sometimes I don't want to. . .
But I've also lost friends because of the insecurity and lack of trust. At times, good friends try to help me or convince me to let them in. I understand that they can only push so far and try so hard. And take so much. Some stop caring. Most simply give up. That's when they become mediocre friends. And sometimes they fade away completely.
Sometimes I trust the wrong people and pick the wrong friends. But I learn and grow. The people who earn my trust and respect are my closest, most valued friends and I'd give the world for them.

I want to be THAT girl. Not that girl just in case. . . I've almost always been the latter.

I am an ocean of secrets. Both ones from myself and ones friends have told me. Knowing these secrets makes me feel significant in that person's life.


Still reading??? GOOD. . . because I'm getting back to my original point. My true friends mean the world to me. A lot of this comes from a dream I had the night before last about myself and friends. And I wanted to let my friends know that, even though I'm difficult, I'll always be here for you. And I hope the same from you.

And last but not least, I am a puzzle to my friends. Everyone knows something different about me, but no one person knows EVERYTHING about me.

I AM A PUZZLE WITH MISSING PIECES.

So here's a question for you to ponder. Now that you know a little bit about me. . .  who are YOU?