My Hero.

Everyone has a hero, I believe. I do have other heroes, more like adults. But I have one hero that's a teenager and her name is Kayla. Kayla is my best friend; without her, I would be dead. The only problem is we live far away(not that far. We're neighboring states). I met Kayla when I was thirteen on MyPraize. And I'll be honest, I hated her for no apparent reason when we met.
Anyways, why is she my hero, you ask?

1. Well, she sets a good example for me. Yes, she does mess up. But I never said she was Superman or Jesus. 
2. We have the same likings. Music, clothing, humor, etc. And I didn't try to be like her. It just happened and a connection was there.
3. She's gone through a good amount of problems the last year or so. And yes, so have I. But it's the same continuous problem. Problems seem to pop out of nowhere for her, IMHO. Things do happen for a purpose. But I can't help but ask God why she has to endure this. I'll forever be there for Kayla when I can. 
4. Somehow, she can endure my stupidity and temper tantrums. There's only four people who can do that: God, Gus, Kayla, and Hannah.
5. She's awesome. I can't describe her awesomeness but she's awesome. 
6. Her statuses sometimes on Facebook make me laugh. For example: "I h8 when ppl type lik dis. Everyone is required to take an English class where they learn how to use grammar properly. Use that skill. That is all. Goodnight."
7. Kayla's too classy for you.
8. She constantly makes me lose the game. And it makes my days. I lost the game, by the way.
9. She's very, very, very, very pretty. 
10. (Repeat number 5). Told you she's awesome.

I love you, Kayla. <3 

Live it, 

Stefani B.

Texas or Bust.

My parents might be divorcing. They're so indecisive, I don't think they even know what's going on. My mother and I were supposed to move in with friends last week. Of course we didn't leave though... And her original plan was to move back to Texas. I'm fine with this. But when you tell me an IMPORTANT decision(especially in a teenager's life), keep your word. I'm tired of my family always doing this. Every other month is different. One month they're best friends; the next, they're at each other throats. Yes, I understand marriage is hard. But so is life.
Exams are coming up. Our first one is tomorrow. I'm prepared. Can't wait to get this over with. Then Christmas. I hope I get a Dell Inspiron 15r for Christmas. Speaking of which!, my mom and I are(supposedly) going to Texas for Christmas. I pray to God she doesn't back away from her word. I'll get irritated if she does...

I'll have a few more blogs up if or when I can, having to do with my true hero and random thoughts. I should be updating my list(Link: http://rainplussunshine.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-list.html#links) once again.

Live it,
Stefani B.

If you thought... you're wrong.

If you thought I would bend and hail you as my king, you're wrong.
If you thought you could push me around for the rest of my life, you're wrong.
If you thought I would worship you as my queen, you're wrong.
If you thought I would give up and go home, you're wrong.
If you thought I'd let you win this race, you're so very wrong.
If you thought I'd give in to your hypocrisy, you're wrong, wrong, wrong.

Thank you, for all those who have thrown me in the desert, broken my knees, and left me to die. Thank you. I'm so glad you did. I was able to rise from the dead every time just to prove you wrong. Because you are wrong. You're wrong to think that I would mourn about this, that, and the other. You see, people who have thrown me in the desert, broken my knees, and left to die, you've actually built me up, instead of pushing me down... to your level.
You've made me stronger, wiser, courageous, faster, better, tougher, mightier, more beautiful, more unique, happier, and the list could go on. "Why" you ask? It builds me. It sculpts me into the young lady I am today. I know now how to behave, how to live, how to react, how to not react, and how to prove you wrong. Because you see, people who have thrown me in the desert, broken my knees, and left me to die, you are wrong for what you did. Whether it be molest me, cuss me out, push me down, push me away, call me a "nigger", call me a "bastard", abuse me, scar me, tear me up, or whatever, that just makes me more resistant to the next harsh thing you or someone else does.
Now, I won't give the credit to myself. By now, I'd be dead because of you. But, because of God, I'm still alive, breathing, telling my tale, showing my scars, and becoming a legend in people's heart. It may not seem like it. But, I will be, one day. Actually, God will be one day. He will be a legend in everyone's heart, whether good or bad.
People who have thrown me in the desert, broken my knees, and left me to die, thank you so very much. All I really want to say to you... I love you, and yet I hate you. Good luck with life, and farewell. I'm never looking back at what you did.

Life. Blah.

Running away has never sounded better than these last few days and/or weeks. My parents might be divorcing. I'm not going to jump to conclusions and say they will. But the hints they're leaving make it seem like it. If they do divorce, I'm not sure if it'll be a good thing or not. God's law says not to divorce. Unless your spouse is being abusive. Does verbal abuse count? Then again, they might be better off without each other. I'm 99.9% positive my life would be totally different. Questions that go through my head are the following: Would I change schools? Would I leave Alabama? Would I stay with mom or dad? Would I have different choices? Who would get the house? What stuff would I keep? Would I be happy or sad? Would this affect my religion? Would this affect my personality? Would I cut again? If I went with mom, would she abuse me? If I went with dad, would he abuse me? Couldn't I just go on by myself? And etc...So many circles, so many decisions that could alter this and that.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

and sorry I could not travel both

 I can't help but think that good will outcome of this. At least I'm being optimistic...? Some days though are like... "Life sucks...and then you die". And other days are like "Life is great! And so is God". Sounds bi-polar... right?

Oh, school. Report cards came out. All A's except a B. Almost cried. I blame Algebra 2. Blah. Friends...? Blah. What are those? Internet has my friends, mannnn. Thank Elyon for the Internet, heh heh. But seriously, if I had friends, they are truly invisible. Maybe because my school consist of EIGHTEEN people. Not many people but so many cliques. I just so happen to be in one. It has one person in the clique... me. cool, huh? I'm used to being lonely now. I won't complain. I only receive about 100 words from classmates everyday. Maybe less. I don't really care.
So, yes. And, I found an amazing verse Friday(?). Hebrews 12:12-13

Wherefore lift up the hands which hang down, and the feeble knees; and make straight paths for your feet, lest that which is lame be turned out of the way; but let it rather be healed.

I love it. Just saying...

Live it,
Stefani B.

 

School = Meh

Usually, I wouldn't call school "meh" but this year has started very meh. We've been in school for over a month and I've already lost all my best friends and friends. I'm not exactly sure how I managed that. I didn't do or say anything wrong. It just...happened. I'm used to being alone but never this alone. I haven't been hugged for weeks and it's an awful feeling. (Not that I enjoy hugs but they're okay).
My grades are excellent. I only have a B in Algebra 2, because of a test I didn't study for. (Tests are 75% of our grade this year). I'm doing absolutely wonderful in Philosophy, Biology, Bible, and English. P.E. is just P.E. My ankle injury brought my grade down a tad, but other than that, I'm doing great in P.E.
I also finished my Bible for the third time last week. My teacher thinks highly of me now. It's really weird.
I'm pretty sure that's all of my update... Yeah.

Live it,
Stefani B.

I hate cancer.

I've hated cancer since the day I found out my grandmother was going to die of lung cancer in 2005. I've hated cancer even more the day Meghan died. I've hated cancer even more when a fellow Girl Scout lost her beautiful red hair and was diagnosed with leukemia. I've hated cancer even MORE since the day I found out about a 15-year-old with leukemia. She only has three months to live, the doctors say.
We take life for granted everyday-- I TAKE LIFE FOR GRANTED EVERYDAY WHILE PEOPLE ARE DYING OF CANCER, DISEASE. And I take life for granted everyday! Lauren, the fifteen year old, hasn't been to school for a very long time. She hasn't been hanging with her friends at the mall or whatever. She has been stuck in a hospital for God knows how long! while I'm wasting every single breath! And I walk around boohooing about this and that when... this girl... she can't even... go outside without collapsing.

This Life is Wee-ary, A Tear - a Sigh. A Love that Chan-ges, This Life is Wee-ary, A Tear - a Sigh. A Love that Chan-ges, And then ... Good-bye! This Life is Wee-ary, Hope comes to Die. A Dream - a Wa-kening.

Life is beautiful but so short. And I can't stand death. Death after death after death. Sometimes I wish I could change positions with someone. I would do anything to take Lauren's cancer. Or take Natalie's flu. Or die for Matthew. Anything... But, you have to learn to let go.



Carried to The Table - Leeland


Live it,
Stefani B.

Honest.

Honesty is something important in my life nowadays. And I'm about to be very honest with you.
For those who know me very well and know about my last two years of life, you will definitely know about my cutting last summer. You will probably know I gave up cutting in August of last year, but backslid in January of this year. And, it's been six months since July 27th and will be seven months as of August 27th. I cannot wait until January 27th rolls around. I might have a party, ha. But, honestly, everyday is an absolute struggle. Life has been treating me wonderfully lately, but that urge to cut is always there. Because, ...honestly, the pain that surges through my body when that blade cuts through the skin is absolutely bittersweet. It's like a sigh of relief, only in a different form. And, it's as if my wrists are screaming at me to grab the nearest sharp object, and just tear through my skin. Just begging and crying for another new scar so that I can "show off". But it's nothing I never wanted to show off. I won't point out the fading scars and say, "I have more scars than you do!" Because it's embarrassing to think you have to cut just to set yourself free, which cutting doesn't free you; it just binds you even tighter.
I have a chalkboard that runs across the middle of my room, and I have one portion dedicated to TWLOHA(To Write Love On Her Arms). TWLOHA is written on the board and underneath TWLOHA is "6 months  2 weeks 4 days". That's merely a constant reminder that I'm almost to another day, another week, another month, and hopefully another year.
So, honestly, cutting urges are still there, and I haven't used anything sharp since January(you think I'm kidding? I'm not). And honestly, they are strong urges, lingering and waiting for the perfect moment to lure me. And honestly... It's bittersweet...

Live it,
-Stefani B.

I promised a blog

about my friend's visit. So, here we go. And I'm keeping it short as possible
One word to describe him: annoying.
One word to describe me: irritated.
One word to describe mom: excited.
One word to describe dad: protective.
One word to describe the visit: Odd
Two words to describe how we acted: We fought.
Two words to describe who won: I did.
Two words to desrcibe the thing I hated the most: his tackling
Two words to describe how awkward it was at night when we watched TV... alone: Freaking awkward!
Two words to describe how he acted around my parents: Suck up.
Three words to describe the visit overall: It was hell.
Three words to describe the way I acted: Like a bully. :P
Three words to describe the way he acted: Like a playa.
Three words to desrcibe if I would do it again: Oh, heck yeah.
Five words to describe if he would come back: He wants to move here.

lol.

Live it,
Stefani B.

Can has break nao?

Ugh. I'm still getting ready for school, which starts in a week. Where'd summer go? I recall when I first stepped out of school, tasting the freedom and ready for summer to begin. Now, I'm kissing the break 'goodbye' as I head back to school. Don't get me wrong. I love school with all my heart. I love when I wake in the morning and head to school. No, I'm lying. I hate that part. But after I get there, I love school. Mom tells me not to stress over school. Uh... I can't help it. I'll check my new, pretty purple binder everyday to see if I have everything, which I do. But, I'm scared I don't, even though I know I do. And the classes are making me worry. I'm excited about everything except music paces, PE, and biology. I'm a bit nervous about Bible. New teacher, new teaching, new surroundings. But, I've had this teacher for the last three years just not in Bible. Ha.
But, I need a break. A spiritual lift. Get back on my feet. Like, the new Gatorade series. Before, during, after. Prime, Perform, Recover(Thank you, google for that info). I just need to take a deep breath... before the plunge... into schoolwork.
Life is good, btw. Thanks for asking. My dad has stopped drinking... again. I think I'm on a rollercoaster. Oh, wait. I am. Up, down, up, down, corkscrew, brake!... down, up, incline, fall, screams, loop, corkscrew, brake!... Fin. Mom and I are pretty good, I guess. And the visit from my sister, two nieces, and nephew went great. I finally realized my sister loves me(except that one time she kept asking me questions at the restaurant. I wanted to shove a fry in her mouth). My birthday is coming up. I feel. old. I'm only turning fifteen but my bones pop. And I'm wayyy too young for that, right?
Well, I'm done. Sorry for the huge lack of posts. I promise, when school starts, I'll have plenty to talk about.

Live it,
Stefani B.

Stressed.

19 days left till school starts. I'm about to rip my hair out... about my classes, lockers, my books, the supplies, etc etc. I'm worried mostly about Algebra 2 because... I  hate algebra. I love it but hate it... y'know? I'm hoping my whole plan of being the quiet, shy, smart school girl will work out this year! =D Because every year when I try it out, my friends think I hate them and blah blah blah and that I'm just being emo and yak yak yak and that I'm acting like I'm better than everyone else. Ugh. >_< But I'm uber excited about my new Bible teacher, Mr. Barker. I've heard he does Bible classes really well but I'mma miss Mr. Flynn and his awesomeness. *sniffle* I only have Mr. Flynn for one class(not including paces because...those aren't classes.) I'm also excited that Mrs. Barker is back. You see, if you remember, Mrs. Barker was MIA because of her heart surgery. Three words: School. Was. Hell. (without her). ;) Ha.
Oh, my best guy friend, Coston, is coming Friday and leaving Monday. I'm kinda worried because there's nothing to do here, heh heh. But it should be fun. I'll blog about it when he leaves. Speaking of which, he's calling so I should go.

Live it,
Stefani B.

My head's cleared up

I think it is, at least. Most of my tears are gone so, I won't be crying anytime soon. I think my head is cleared up. But, I've lost my trust in my parents. It's sad, but true. I'll keep loving them but the closeness I have with them is gone. Experienced that this morning; I didn't even look at my mom. I'm sure something-- no matter how small it might be-- good will come out of this. ...Right? I'm trying to be as positive as I can be. But I'm scared to death of what the future holds. I'm scared to death of what I'm capable of becoming due to my parents' decisions(and I saw that last night). So, I'm asking for prayer. For those who will pray for me, thank you.

Stefani B.

I don't understand anymore... [/a vent]

I really don't understand life anymore. I don't understand how you can wake up one day and life can be peachy and the next day it's hell on earth! I don't understand. Both of my parents are drinking now. It doesn't make sense! And it's funny(not really) how they expect me to not notice their crap. And they expect me not to care! And they expect me not to understand what they're doing! But, I do! And it hurts! I just want to wake up one day and it be paradise or whatever. I just want one day for all the bad things to go away. They're like monsters. And thank God that I don't care for suicide. Because if I did, I would be hanging by now! The only thing I long for is... aloneness.

Stefani B.

Dekker, Dekker, Dekker

Peer pressure. So bittersweet. I blame my internet friends for this addiction I have now. It's only been-- what-- a week? And I've finished three books! Three! Not saying it's unusual. Dekker has an interesting way of writing. Addicting. Exhilirating. Interesting. Amusing. I don't know! But, yeah.
School's out. Heh heh. no more stress! But I've been playing MapleStory everyday for 7 hours a day. (Zip it. I'm bored) Waiting to go to Texas, I guess. Nearly two weeks away.
And, another thing. I'm very  sad about my friend, Matthew. He's in the hospital. Went into cardic arrest. Really don't know what to say. All I know to do is pray, pray, pray. I haven't cried... yet. Things like this make me cry...easily but not so easily. Pretty lame.
So, yeah. I rather be doing stuff on my list than sitting around... doing nothing. Yup.

Live it(while I have no life),
Stefani B.

Screw up

I really hate screwing up. Especially big time. Like last summer. It's happening again. If you're oblivious to what I'm saying, don't worry about it.'Mess of Me' is how I feel.
So, yeah.
*pats self on back* Good job screwing up.

Don't live it,
Stefani B.

So far, so good

Well... remember that exam I was stressing over? Of course you do! Well, I made a 98 on it. I hate when that happens. I mean like the grade but I hate when I prove myself wrong.
Also, I got the results from my history and spelling exams.
History- 99(Why, John J. Pershing, why?)
Spelling- 95
So, yeah.

Live it,
Stefani B.

Soooo...

I'm really supposed to be studying for the Literature final exam tomorrow. But, I don't want to. And I don't know why. Maybe because I didn't have a week's notice of when the exam was...
...Yeah, probably the reason why. The sub did not give us the date of our exams in Literature because she "did not know when the date was". Excuse me? She should have known because obviously she's the sub! I was shocked when she kept repeating that excuse to my class and I. She finally gave us the date on Wednesday. The exams is Monday, and you give me the date of the exam on Wednesday. Something wrong with that picture? I think so. I don't have time to study for that exams because I'm way too busy studying for my Spelling and History exams that were on Friday. I'm also busy by staying at school and helping Callie and the council with the decorations for the banquet! And I could have studied yesterday but my family is here and they wanted to go shopping. So... here I am. Wishing I had more time to study. Wishing I had of known when the exam was. Wishing that my teacher wouldn't have given us that lame excuse of hers.
But, I learned to forget. ...and forgive.

Live it,
Stefani B.

"First place, Stefani Brown"

Do you know how many times I heard that this night, hm? 9 times. Do you know how many times I was called up? 16 times.
16 awards presented to me in one day:
Bible-First place
English- First place
World History- First place
Physical Science- First place
Algebra 1- Second place
Computer- First place
Health PACES- First place
Prinicpal Award
Obedience Award
A + B Honor Roll Award
Barnabas Award
Effiency(sp?) Award
Highest Average Award
2nd place in NT in ACEA (Alabama Christian Education Association)
3rd place in OT in ACEA
Christian Character Award

so, yeah... I'm tired.

Live it,
Stefani B.

Oi...

I must say, stress is not a wonderful thing. I don't like it. I've gotten many bad grades in Algebra for the last few weeks, despite my love for math. I really don't know what's up with that. It sucks.

And, then, the awards banquet is tomorrow night. My mum has decided to invite a secret person. Eeek. I pray it's not a male. If it is, I will duct tape his mouth, tie him up, and throw him in the supply closet. I hate dates with a passion!
Oh, and the decorating for the banquet is a doozy. Tables are tiny. Mr. Barker wants to sit 6 at a table, when the table itself only sits 4! Problem? Why yes. But we ended up doing 5 at a table. Thank you, God! So, I'm hoping that works out well.
Also, this girl at school looked like a whore today. Sorry.
I've been bawling my eyes out all day.
So, my lesson: Rely on God and His power. (Even after you prayed that God would be glorified through your math *sigh*)
Live it,
Stefani B.

Oh! Don't let me forget!

Someone needs to remind me about making a list of things to do during summer(so I won't be bored). It'd be appreciated muchly.

Live it,
Stefani B.

Stonehenge

One of the places I never want to visit because I have a model of it in my kitchen(which I should be working on right now with my mum. Oops. >_< ) A lot of details, you know. Way too many. It sucks. It's due tomorrow, by the way. I'm ALMOST done. We just need to add some...stuff...
Yeah.
Happy Mother's Day, as well! Hope you're hanging with your mum. And if she has passed, I hope you are thinking of her and remembering good memories.

Live it,
Stefani B.

No voice.

Wild Adventures. The best trip during school. Excluding the ride to and the ride from. The rides were amazing. My group actually decided to highfive all the people we passed by; it was called "Highfive Friday". And soon, the trend started going around the park. So, that was pretty awesome. But, of course, Morgan and her crew had to kill our fun. "When you get sick because of all those germs, I will laugh!" ...Yeah. Love you too?
Everything went well. We met some workers there at one of our favourite thrill rides. Stanley and Nick. Pretty cool guys. And then we met some random person. His name was... James. He was cool as well.
I bought a new lightsaber. It has three colours! =)
Anyways...
My voice is gone(hence the title of the blog) because of screaming contests. Quite interesting. Yes, I did win. =P
I'll have to upload the videos(none of me ;) ) and pictures later.

Live it,
Stefani B.

I like news

And I don't mean like news channel. That sucks. Anyways, I like good news. Today, Kayla told me that Meghan was saved. =D Some of us(Meghan's followers) were scared she wasn't saved. So, that's amazing. Also, my friend, Sarah, was saved last night at church! =D
Tomorrow is Wild Adventures. I'm elated! I have to take pictures, videos, make calls, and ride roller coasters.
But, this is pretty short. I need to go.

Live it,
Stefani B.

Just saying.

Today, I got my morse code test back. Haha, I made a 105. There was a bonus question, just to let you know. Also, I found out whose group I'm in for Wild Adventures. I'm with Aleah, Sarah, and Callie, which answers my prayers. Praise Elyon!

Annnnd... we're started to talk about Middle-Earth in World History(which isn't unusual). So happy about that.
Also, I have most of the finals' dates.
Finals:
Bible Content-Unknown
Bible Verse-Unknown
Spelling/Vocabulary- Friday May 14th.
Grammar-Unknown
Literature- Unknown
World History- Friday May 14th
Physical Science- Wednesday May 19th

But anyways, I need to go, 'cause my mum wants to finish my project due May 10th.

Live it,
Stefani B.

Seriously... *TDS*

My mum isn't home yet. And I should have been in bed, like 19 minutes ago. I have rebel written all over me. Eh...
Mr. Barker, my principal, issued no homework all week. I'm needing that. Praise God!
Wild Adventures is this Friday, and I'm hoping that my three best friends(Aleah, Sarah, and Callie) and I are put together in a group. If not... *sigh*
I might be doing video journals. So, be excited. ;)
But then again, I might be cameralady to avoid being seen! Mwahahaha! But, all of you would hate that. Annnd, I'm available for calls. *innocent whistle* So, you just might wanna slip your number in my Facebook inbox; if not, then AIM or e-mail. And I'll warn you: I speak fast and quietly... kinda, so it would be nice to do a three way call or something. Hehe. Gotta go.

Live it,
Stefani B.

My list.

I'll have to put this up somewhere else later...

1. Learn French
2. Go to Canada
3. Surf in Hawaii
4. Learn how to play Chinese Checkers.
5. See what it's like to be a nun.
6. Meet, hug, and visit my interwebz friends (Roadtrip?)
7. Give Brandon a really long and tight hug.
8. Travel the world in 80 days.
9. Smile all day at least one time in my life
10. Make my own style. =3
11. Hug people all day for free.
12. Witness to strangers all day.
13. Sky-dive.
14. Disneyland with Gus.
15. Get married. *cough*
16. Go to Italy, Japan, and Switzerland with Gus. :)
    
17. Bungee-jump


18. White-water raft.


19. Repel down a waterfall.


20. Stargaze.


21. Backpack in Switzerland.


22. Visit Narnia and Middle-Earth(Don't crush my dreams)


23. Sit down and have a nice chat over coffee(or tea) with a homeless person. Then, let him come live with me for a week. ('Cause I've always wanted to help a homeless person)


24. Write a book.


25. Attend a Flyleaf concert.


26. Attend a AILD concert *As I Lay Dying


27. Attend a ABR concert *August Burns Red


28. Level to 120 on MapleStory.


29. Buy a black flowing dress.


30. Live in a castle. I prefer gothic style.


31. Swim with a whale-shark


32. Ride the tallest coaster


33. Ride the fastest coaster


34. Become better at basketball.


35. Start to love Star Wars


36. Finish my huge book list. *one fourth of the way as of June 20th*


37. Break a leg or an arm.


38. Drive on Route 66.


39. Go on a mission trip. 


40. Make a rose garden.


41. Ride a gondola.


42. Ride on a stallion.


43. Drive a Ferrari


44. Make it to four years.


45. Die of a lightning strike...

Live it,
Stefani B.
EDIT: I cut it down and added a few.

"I love the way you look at life."

"I love the way you look at life." <--- That was on a Dove chocolate wrapper that my friend ate... not the wrapper, but the chocolate. I thought of Meghan. Heh. I really thought she was out of my mind, but...no.

Oh, well...

I'm starting my "Things to Do before I die" List. Hope it's not too long. But whatever.

Live it,

Stefani B.

P.S.- I believe I did well on my morse code test! Except the puncutation.(Sorry for spelling)

._.. .. ..._ . .. _

(Live it) =)

So, anyways...

Today...
I played hookey. Heh. Mainly because, I didn't get much sleep last night. I was hot...then cold...then hot...then cold. That went on for many hours. Then, I would just keep on thinking...and thinking..and thinking! It was redonkulous. Also, I was feeling very ill. So tired... *yawn*
Did you know that... my teacher expects us to learn morse code in a week. The test was today.
I mean... he wants us to learn the alphabet, the numbers, the punctation, and some other stuff...
Bright side of that...
I got my research paper finished. I just need to get the editting right, so yeah.
Tempted to study the morse code...
Okay... I will..

Live it,
Stefani B.

First off..

Written April 27th 2010.

Meghan
by Abby Jeanson
I never met you.
I never saw you.
I never even talked to you.
Yet, in my heart, there is a place for you.
Of the things I've read of your battle.
I heard it was an epic battle
Between you and that sickening beast.
He poisoned you here and poisoned you there.
But you fought until today. The day
You were carried away from that sickening beast
Which gave you all that pain.
And those who cherished and loved you
Will gravely miss you everyday.
Remember this, dear love, that forever and always
You will be loved even after this day.

So, yeah. My inspiration to live better is Meghan.
Link: http:///ms-mae.blogspot.com/

Okay. Yeah...

Live it,
Stefani.