Happy Last day of school!

Today is my last day of school! I am so incredibly happy.  I only have a month off, but I am grateful.  Last time we talked I was drowning and now I am almost swimming with ease, so it's great. I'm working on my last paper of the semester, and I have testing tomorrow, but then I'm done, yay!  In the recent 4 months I have dealing with a HORRIBLE breakout.  It was SO bad... But then I found the Mary Kay Clear Proof Acne System and it worked!  It took three weeks to see noticeable results, so that was frustrating and it hasn't cleared everything up, but it healed my skin.  I still have some blemishes, but they are decreasing daily.  I have grown in my confidence and happiness.  I still deal with waves of anxiety and depression, but I am getting so much better.  I have been feeling very happy and quite adventurous.   

Well, that's all for now.  

Love love love you all, talk to you later.

Why, on the second week of school, am I so discouraged?

It's the second week back to school, and I'm already worn out for the entire semester.  I feel so helpless and stupid at this point.  My depression/anxiety gets pretty bad during fall because of school, I usually am very happy in Autumn, my depression used to subside a lot during Fall, but now, my workload is so heavy, and I feel incapable of completing school.  I keep on pushing, but it will take me and hour to finish 15 math homework problems.  I feel so hopeless.  I feel useless.  I'm already modifying Math and Latin, because I'm behind. My mother, instead of privately going to my teacher, decided to literally yell across the room, in front of all my classmates, as we left orientation, that I was still in last year's math.  She decided to leave the fact why I was still behind out.  It takes me a half hour to understand a new concept.  I'm so slow and stupid.  All I can do is sit around and be useless because I don't understand.  I just sit around staring at the wall all the time, thinking myself to death.  I just sit and think, think about how much I think, cry because I think, and break because I can't seem to think in the right rhythm that would get me good grades.  I just kind of wonder why God made me think in a different way.  I think in a weird way.  I feel so alone and so angry.  I'm so stressed out, and tired.  I'm always so tired.  I'm so sad all the time.  I'm almost always an afterthought of everyone around me.  I hate it.  And, now just siting here on my bed, my head, oh, my head, it's spinning, it's pinning me against a wall, useless and hopeless and scared.  And now I don't see much reason for living.  All that matters at this age is being good, getting good grades, and being happy.  But maybe tomorrow be different.  Instead of choosing the end, I think I'll choose tomorrow.  The end ends everything, tomorrow can change anything.  So I guess I'll check in soon.  Bye.
XOXOXO
-Morgan  

Great Chai tea latte

INGREDIENTS

2 Chai Spice black tea bags
1/4 cup boiling water
3/4 cup whole milk
Honey or sugar to taste (optional)
Cinnamon or nutmeg to sprinkle on top (optional)

DIRECTIONS

Steep the Chai tea bags in the hot water for 3 to 5 minutes.

Warm milk in a pan, then whisk with a frother. Combine the milk and chai tea and add honey or sugar to taste. Sprinkle with cinnamon or nutmeg.
This recipe is so great!  Try it for yourself!

Best drink... EVER.

How to Make Blueberry Smoothie Recipe without Yoghurt

Blueberry is one kind of fruit that is rich of antioxidant. You can consume it straightaway, or make blueberry smoothie recipe without yoghurt. The use of yoghurt may be changed by milk or honey. So, here some steps how to make this healthy drink. Before starting to make it, you need to organize the material and the ingredients. You need only a blender to make it. For the ingredients, you need :

• a cup of blueberries
• a cup of fresh milk
• a tea spoon of vanilla essence
• two tea spoons of honey
• If you like a cold drink, you can also prepare some ice cubes.

First of all, you need to wash your blueberries in order to make it clean. Next, you can add it to the blender. If you have any strawberries and raspberries, you can use a little bit. Just make sure that the blueberries are the main ingredient. Next, you may add a cup of fresh milk. If you are allergic to raw milk, almond milk is advised. Next, add two spoons of honey. The use of ice cubes is optional. You can blend it together in the blender or you can add in your glass. These are all the steps how to make a healthy blueberry smoothies recipe without yoghurt.

THIS IS SO GOOD. OMg.  ADD 1/2 CUP ICE FOR BEST CONSISTENCY! 

REPOSTING FOR MYSELF>>Pain and grief is the price we pay for love

Why do you look at me like that?  Why do you talk to me in that sarcastic tone?  I really don't appreciate it.  I hate it.  When my voice gets all high and excited, don't make that face.  I hate it.  You make me feel small.  You make me feel stupid.  You make me want to end this.  You make me feel like nothing.  I hate when you do that.  That's okay.  I know you'll pretend to love me tomorrow.  I'll believe you when you say it.  I'll smile.  I'm"fine"  I'll say to my best friend, he knows I'm lying.  I wish sometimes you knew me as well as he does.  I wish you were him.    You broke me once you changed.  I miss you.  I love you.  I have to fix this.  I can't let it crash and burn.  I will never ask you to change.  I love you for you.  But, I cannot stop the pain you keep on causing me.  Yeah, I'm just a girl.  You're just a boy.  We're just teenagers.  You're just oblivious.  I'm just so sad.  I'm sorry that I'm not good anymore.  I'm sorry that I've gotten bad again..  I'm sorry.  I know that you probably don't care.  I know you don't care.  I'm completely aware that you don't love me.  I know that I let myself believe you because I kind of require acceptance.  I'm so afraid of you leaving me.  I'm terrified that you don't love me.  You probably don't.  Everyone who says they do end up ditching me eventually.  Why would this be any different?  I feel like I'm nothing.  That's okay.  I'm used to it.

It's July... Where'd the time go?

Happy first of July, everybody!
It's July!  Where'd the time go?  At this point in the Summer, I'm a tan little red head.  Thanks to my great melanin!  I almost have my ideal cheer ready body, and I'm really happy with how flexible I am getting.  But, seriously, where has the time gone?  I am terrified of how quickly it is going.  I want it to go slowly.  I want experience life...  Slowly.  I want to figure out what real love is, slowly.  I want to become happy...  Slowly, so that it lasts longer.  Let' experience life slowly.  As a matter of living slowly.  Making the best of our lives.  I don't want to rush my life.  I want to experience this lifetime. I need to learn to stop rushing.  I want to enjoy the little bit of childhood that I have left, because after this I never get to be a teenager again.  Soon, I'm going to have bills. A lot of them.  I'm going to have to go to college, have a steady job, and find a way to live with small amounts of money.  I really appreciate my parents.  They have done everything for me.  No.  Things were never perfect.  They NEVER will be. They weren't meant to.  Things were meant to be hard at times so that we learned to be strong..  That's how I am strong.  I have made decisions in my life based on things that happened to me, and I was full of regret for a VERY long time.  I have realized that I am done with those sins, and that I am forever forgiven.  Jesus SAVED me and I am forever forgiven. I have endured so much pain in my life.  But my pain does NOT define me.  My regrets do NOT define me.  My scars do NOT define me.  My religion does NOT define me.  My God is who deifines me.  My Savior, that's who defines me.  My Dad,  my spiritual Dad, that's who defines me.  NOT the world.  NOT society.  NOT what has happened to me.  JESUS defines me.  I am not a just a name or a face to Jesus.  I am His child.  He is my father, my support system, my painkiller, and my redeemer.  The reason that this blog is so colorful is because colors a happy and joyful to me!  And Jesus is JOYFUL to me.  Jesus saves.  'Nuff said. 
XOXOXO
-Morgan
(Was literally crying while typing this,  no idea why.  Crazy what Jesus can do for ya.)   
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When you feel fat and need a game plan.

Hi.  My name's Morgan.  I'm insecure about my body.  I'm here to help myself and you figure out what to do to become comfortable with yourself.  I feel overweight.  I am an average weight. I am an average height.  But I really, really hate my body.  For a while I was comfortable with myself, but now I've fallen straight back into the hole that is self hatred.  I hate my appearance to be honest with you.  I don't mind being curvy, but being fat is something that I can't handle for myself.  I don't care if someone else is overweight, but I can't be nice to myself when I look fat.  People beg me not to use that word.  "Fat".  It's "offensive", "rude", "inconsiderate".  Well guess what.  The definition of "fat" is (adjective)  '''(of a person or animal) having a large amount of excess flesh."  It is a term that I don't think I would use as a derogatory definition.  But I would use it to describe a person or myself who I perceive as largely proportioned.  My plan is to go on a diet starting on Monday July 4'th.  A week exactly before cheer season starts!   

•  I am not going to eat added or processed sugar, natural sugar in fruit is A-OK.   
• No processed foods.  
• No fried foods.
• 30 Minute Core workout Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 
• 30 Minute Cardio workout Tuesdays and Thursdays.
• 30 Minute Yoga Saturdays and Sundays.
• Shakeology for dinner. (This is completely safe, and I am not starving myself, shakeology is very healthy and has all the nutrients that a person needs in a day.)

This diet is completely safe for me, modify workouts to 10 or 15 minutes in the beginning if you are just starting out.  Remember:

• Sugar will pack on the pounds (I am a past sugar addict, and one week with no sugar worked wonders for my body, but you have to continue no sugar to keep the pounds off.)
• Eat when you are hungry, but eat slowly so that your body can tell you when you're full (You won't notice how full you feel if you eat quickly.)
• Push yourself to meet your goals (Unless they're unreasonable and bad for your body.)
• DO NOT STARVE YOURSELF> (This will slow your metabolism and you'll become heavier as your body will react to this as starvation, and in order to survive you need a healthy amount of food.)
• DO NOT PURGE> (This will destroy your teeth, burn your esophagus, destroy your digestive system, and is overall horrible for your body.  And laxatives will just basically destroy your body.) 
• Stay positive and keep at it!  Consistency will keep the extra pounds off and continue to burn the calories!
• You are beautiful no matter what you look like.

Love you guys!
XOXOXO
-Morgan 

A letter to myself.

Why do I feel this uncontrollable hatred for you?  Why do I hate the way look?  The way you sound?  The way you laugh?  The way you make horrible jokes?  The way you're so weak?  The way you let yourself down all the time?  I hate you.  I hate you.  I hate you.  How did you become this?  You disgust me.  You are an embarrassment.  You are so ignorant.  You don't care about what you've become, or maybe you do and simply do not mind it.  You are me.  I am you.  We are the same.  So why do I hate you so much?  You are a horrible person.  You hurt the ones that you swore you loved.  You broke the ones who adored you.  You broke them.  You killed them, or at least their soul.  They've broken because of you.  And you have already moved forward.  Shame on you.  You disgust me and I hate you.
Sincerely,
yourself.    

Broken hearts, and how long they can last...

Hi.  Wow, why do I keep on posting depressing, deep stuff?!
Well anyway, I'm posting another deep thing again today.  My first "broken heart" happened in seventh grade.  And, honestly I wasn't prepared- at all.  No, I do not mean to have my heart broken, I mean to be in a relationship at all.  Sixth, Seventh, or even eighth grade are ages far too young to be in a relationship.  I think ninth grade is even slightly young in many cases.  But anyway, in short.. JUST DON'T DATE UNTIL HIGHSCHOOL.  It may seem far away, but trust me, 99% of the time you're going to break up within 6 months.  Trust me.  That's definitely not a long time in the real world.  I have never met anyone that has been married that dated in middle school.  Focus on friends and family before you're 14, then start worrying about members of the opposite sex, and wait to officially announce your sexuality until you REALLY know who YOU are.  Anyway, here's the story.
It started the first day of seventh grade.  I was eleven.  He was thirteen.  We were on the same maturity level, though, because in all reality girls mature much quicker than boys.  I immediately was attracted to him, although, unsure, because he had a thing for my best friend's sister, so I then backed off.  A week later I realized he wasn't there, I asked my mom about it, and she let me know that he'd gotten really sick.  He was out of school for five weeks.  Well one day I heard his voice and he was sitting behind me.  I was him.   I was really attracted and intrigued for a while.  He was severely interested in my bff's sister, though.  A couple weeks later, I pulled a total middle school move...  I wrapped a note that said "I know it's awkward...  But I like you." around the ink cartridge in a pen and put it back in the pen.  I gave the pen to him, but he never read it.  The next week I wrote another one and handed it to him.  I had wrapped it really quite small so that he would take a while to unwrap it.  I ran out of class and down the stairs as fast as possible so that I could avoid him.  I went and stood by my mom who was outside of school talking to another mom, a moment later he walked up to me in all of his disgusting pig faced aggghhhhhh self, and told me he wanted to say the same thing.  A few days went by and we'd been dm'ing for a few days when he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was 11, and I was thought he was the most amazing guy in the world.  Little did I know that I would be heart broken for the next two years because of what he did.  It was online, so I explained how I wasn't allowed to date until I was 15, (WHICH MY PARENTS TURNED INTO 18!)  and told him I would love to get to know him.  But the following Friday, I told him, I would've said yes, but not over the internet, and then I told him I was saying yes now.  My heart starts beating faster just thinking about it.  And although I've only cried about it once, but thinking about it breaks me a little.  We were "together" for four months.  We really weren't so involved.  One day, four months later, my friend pulled me aside.  She quietly said "Morgan...  This morning he was talking about his girlfriend..."  I felt so flattered.  He was finally OK with being public about our "relationship"!  So I said "Aw, that's cute."  "Um, he said her name was (Lets call her Amelia) Amelia."  "Oh...  Maybe it's a 'Girl friend' not a 'girlfriend'...  Because I'm kinda his girlfriend!  He hasn't broken up with me... And he just was messaging me yesterday."  "Well, maybe...  But be careful...  I don't trust him.."  What a good friend.  Well I glared at him the entire day, and he acted completely innocent, trust me he wasn't. The next week his girlfriend had transferred to our school, angd they were obviously dating.  My heart was heavy, and broken.  I spent that night eating icecream, chocolate, and drinking Shirley temples.  I later found out he had been dating two other girls while we were together.  He never even bothered to break up with me.  Lol,  I did not get over him for 2 years.  Well, now I am over him, many years later.  So did I love that pig?  Yes.  Do I still?  GROSS, disgusting.  No.  There will always be a special place in my heart for him, not in a good way, and I will never be the same.  I think about him every now and then, he'd probably find that creepy and weird, as do I.  I'd like to hope that he will never see this. I am quite confident he never will. I am quite positive that he has completely forgotten about me. And I am glad about that!  I used to think of what I would say if I ever saw him again. At this point in life I realize that all I would actually do is smile, wave, and walk away. I am proud of who I am today. I am proud of the woman I am becoming. I am proud of myself. And I now know that I do not need a man to reassure me that I am a good person. Sherman(fake name of my "ex") taught me that. By his hormonal immature arelessness he hurt a lot of people. I am greatful for his carelessness in some ways. I am stronger because of it.
Xoxo
-Morgan

Breaking up with my best-friend.

Hi...  I'm having a really hard time today...  I have practically broken up with my best friend recently, we weren't officially broken up as friends, although our friendship was thinning out gradually.  It has been one of the most painful things that I have ever experienced.  Probably because this is one of the few people that I love.  I had to end it once and for all, for the better.  I have had a hard time not having feelings for this person, (more-than-friends type feelings), while I do not want these feelings, they're still there.  THEY ARE  STILL THERE.  I hate it.  Because I actually like someone who I want to like, and want these feelings, but these other feelings are destroying what I have going with the other person.  My best-friend was like my brother, and now I just hate that I love him.  I am broken.  My strings are snapped like a marionette doll.  I am so tired of these feelings.  The reason that I am ending the friendship is that I really don't want to like my ex-bestfriend, let's call him John.  I started developing feelings for John around a year and a half ago, but honestly I hate myself for even allowing myself to have feelings for him, because I really don't want to have them.  It's too late.  I've got to break this friendship up.  I can't keep this up.  I really can't.  I really dislike who he's become.  But then again, how he changed makes me love him even more.  But I have to shut this down.  I can't do it anymore.  I have to cut any ties I have with him.  Even if he doesn't realize it, he's slowly suffocating me.  I just...  I don't know.  And then, I have another person let's call her Lexi.  Lexi thinks she knows him so well, but she really doesn't, it goes to show you that John related stuff is destroying my good friendship with Lexi.  It shouldn't take me long to get over him.  I'm good at controlling my feelings.  I hope this stops.  I hope he just leaves me alone.  I hope I barely ever see him.  Because honestly, I can't stop relapsing back into this hell hole.  He's a trap.  He's like kryptonite.  He doesn't even mean to, but he traps me every time.  Every time I tell him I've moved on, which is always true, he traps me again.  He doesn't care about me at all.  And that's good.  I don't want him to care.  That will make it so much easier.  I can't stand this.  I don't really want to break up with my best friend, but I have to.  Because this friendship is killing me, literally.  So, I don't know, I am really scared, because it's like when a person stops using drugs after they have become addicted.  Not that I am addicted to a person, I don't think that is quite possible.  I just think that he's my bad habit.  Old habits die hard.  I actually am sorry for myself.
Morgan, I am sorry that I let you down.  I am sorry I let you do this.  I am so sorry that I am stupid, and gullible, and that I gave him the power to have your heart.  Sincerely, yourself.  I'm accepting  that I have to let go.  I have to let go.  I have to let go of this, and never let myself slip away again.  I'm sorry, me.  I just can't do this anymore.  I can't let myself love someone who is honestly bad for me.  Anyway, this was really stupid, but whatever.  None of you know me anyway, so whatever.
OK.  I'll fake a smile until I talk to you guys again on Monday or something.
XOXOXOXO :D
-Morgan      

The discrimination of redheads must stop... Hating someone because of their hair colour is similar to racism, and I'm tired of it.

Hi.  Today is a more serious topic.  Today's topic is about redhead hate and bullying.  If you're a redhead reading this, then you will probably relate, if you're one of those jerks who tear us apart everyday because of the fact that we have the rarest hair colour in the entire world, then continue reading, because YOU'RE WRONG about everything you say to us (unless it's "Oh, you're hair is gorgeous!"  Because, oh yeah, we know.)  People don't realize that hating on someone because of their hair colour, is just as absurd as hating on someone because of their skin- and we often times are because some redheads are very pale- well if one is...  THEY ALL ARE!  Some redheads have a lot of freckles- my hair is the colour of fire, and I have about 4 freckles on my face.  But then again, "OH NO!  some people have freckles! They must steal souls, oh, and of course, they don't have souls!"  I have a soul, and it has been saved by my Lord Jesus.  And I'm not that scary.  I mean, come on!  What have we ever done to you?  How would you feel if we hated on you because you were brunette?  Or had black hair?  Blondes receive some hate as well,  LEAVE THEM ALONE!  The red heads and blondes of this world are amazing people,  again, what have they done to you, except for turn you down on going out with you?  Maybe you guys are just jealous of the compliments we receive on our natural red hair.  Maybe your mother's father's cousin's brother's great grandfather's grandfather's great aunt twice removed had her soul stolen by a redhead.  Can you steal a soul?  No?  neither can we...  Who knows who made up that hoax, but y'all need to get over it.  You look like a bunch of scared children.  Btw, children love me.  People love me, a lot of people find me attractive.  All redheads are connected somehow.  We become friends real easily, therefore we could easily build a redheaded army, and some will be Irish, Scottish, Russian, Hispanic, Chinese, Brittish, Welsh, Icelandic, etc...  And we don't show much mercy.  So next time you want to hate on a redhead because of their amazing hair, why don't you not?  Next time you feel like hating on someone because they're really pale white, how about you don't?  Believe it or not, that's racism.  And that's not okay.  Discrimination due to solely a colour of hair or skin is never okay.  #Racismisneverok #hairismisathing #ithastostop
If you want the truth, I love myself, I loveeeeee my hair, and I love that some people hate me!  (It makes me a tough, strong willed woman.  leave me, and my ginger brothers and sisters alone, or we'll come after ya!  And the Irish ones of us will make you listen to Irish folk rock music until yer ears bleed!  #floggingmollyisthebestband #irishandproud #likereallyirish
I mean seriously, I don't see your problem with our gorgeous race, or any other race for that matter.  Ya darn hairist!  (Just kidding, we love you, despite your ignorance...)
And no...  I don't have gingervitis, and no, you can't make that joke. Only gingers can make ginger jokes.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
-Morgan    

Reflecting on 2k15.

Now that I think about it, 2015 was...  Different, in many ways.  It wasn't a horrible year, but it wasn't great either.  I had to overcome a lot of different things, such as depression, anxiety, PTSD, and self harm.  Right now I am sitting in a car dealership and bored out of my mind, I have been here all morning because my car has some extra crap wrong with it. UGH...  Anyway 2015 was a good year because I made a few more friends than I had before, and made some new relationships that are in bloom.  I found out that when people change it doesn't only hurt you, it hurts the person.  In 2015 My best friend turned into a gigantic jerk, and I miss him a lot, but he'll never be the same.  In 2015 many friendships ended, such as the one I was just talking about, and a few others.  In 2015 I was in a bad place, I'm still not in the best place, but it's better than where I was.  In 2015 I was a cheerleader, and it was a cool experience, but I realized that I'm just not flexible or strong to do any sports.  In 2015 I was lost, I didn't know where I was with God, myself, or my family.  But enough about the past.  In 2016 I am going to overcome depression, and anxiety.  In 2016 I will work on strength and flexibility so that I can do something that makes me happy, which is cheering.  In 2016 I will find  or realize something, or someone that makes me very happy.  In 2016 I will learn to love me.  In 2016 I will find myself, I will meet me.  In 2016 I am going to be happy.  In 2016 I will have the best year I have ever had.  In 2016 I will be different (in a good way.) In 2016 things will change for the better.
XOXO
Sincerely,
Morgan

Hey Hey Hey!

Hey there, guys.  I seriously am having a terrible time keeping up with blogging!  (Not that anyone reads these)  Anywho...  How are ya?  I am doin' good, with my spring formal coming up I am extremely exited.  So anyway, since no one reads these, I'm just gonna blab.  Anyway I finally got up enough courage to ask this one guy to the dance, he said yes!  so I was extremely happy about that, I highly favor him.  I went dress shopping with my gorgeous sister, and we both found spectacular dresses.  I have yet to get the sparkly blue flats to go with my dress. (They are amazing.)  I have my name on the list.  I have an amazing sister to do my makeup, I went makeup hauling with her, and we got some amazing cosmetics from Target and Walmart.  I have been writing more of "Helana Hanging"  and it's going alright.   Well anyway, I have no more to say.
Stay Beautiful, loves!
XOXO
-Morgan

(MCS) Middle Child syndrome... Reality or hoax?

I am the middle of 5 children.  Smack dab in the middle.  I get so lonely because I am 4 years older than my younger brother, and 8 years older than my little sister, I'm 4 years younger than one of my older sisters, and I'm 6 years younger than the other one.  One of my older sisters is constantly getting far more attention than the rest of us, she gets to go out with my parents, or just get quality time with one parent simply because she wants to.  If I were to ask my mom or dad to go out- even just with a friend- even if I had a ride- they still would probably keep me home.  My little siblings are spoiled rotten, and my older sister is constantly just going through another difficultu, like, what the heck?  On the other hand, if I whine, slack, get angry it's like I'm not a teen and I have to be PERFECT.  I even get yelled at, and the "you disappoint me" speech when I read (extra-curricular reading) a lot, which to escape constant bullying, and sadness, I tend to binge read a lot.  Like 2-4 novels in one week.  But enough about that.  Honestly I am so sick of the way people treat me.  Especially when people say "just because you have no one to talk to, doesn't mean you can be depressed."  Let me get one thing straight!  Depression is real, it's a killer, and it can attack ANYONE at ANY time.  "Middle child syndrome" may be a hoax, or at least when people say it only effects middle children, or that it attacks every single middle child.  "Middle child syndrome" is real.  It is another name for chronic depression due to being lonely.  Being lonely is going to usually cause depression.  Sometimes when you're lonely for a long time- not the type of loneliness that you choose, it's the type of loneliness that just happens, you grow accustomed to it and depression sets in, and then you're stuck.  When you're stuck and depressed you get REALLY good, and I mean REALLYYYY good at faking your happiness.  Most of those people who try to fake happiness are so obvious that it's very clear that they're just big attention seekers, but often the ones who need the most help are the attention seekers, they need a big fat reality check.  I was a person who hated when people faked faking just for attention.  I don't understand why there are happy people faking being depressed, faking being happy when they're already happy just to get a little attention, and not even the good kind!  I can't stand when people do that.  But enough about that!  This is about "MCS".  So in my opinion, "Middle Child Syndrome" is legit.  I believe everyone feels very sad in a lifetime, I do not, however, believe that everyone experiences depression in their lifetime, it doesn't just happen.  But I believe "MCS" is just another form of depression.  I don't think that "middle child syndrome"  itself is the correct name for it, but the symptoms are that of those similar to depression.  So, in conclusion, "MCS" in my opinion is not a hoax, just an incorrect name.  And if you feel as though you are suffering from "MCS" or depression there are multiple hotlines, chatrooms, and support groups for depression, and since "MCS" is a form of depression, so many people will be able to relate and help you.  Never keep a cry for help on the inside, no one can hear that, scream for help if you need to, and in the end you will make it.
XOXO
Love you guys!
-Morgan

Here We Go.

So here is my first blog of 2016.  I have decided that this year I will be more driven to blog twice a week.
So when you have a craving for love and acceptance you either will throw yourself at everyone and everything that comes your way, or you will separate your soul from your body and disconnect from everything, or you might just block everyone out.  I am just the kind of person that blocks everybody out when I am hurting.  When you block people out, you may be missing the chance to meet someone you're destined for.  When I say "I am just that kind of person" I really should say I was that type of person, a few months ago.  I was feeling unwanted and unloved at that time, and I had very few people available to talk to, and there were gallons of tears- literally,  I do not think I had ever cried as much or as often as I did back then.  Much of this changed when I met a couple people.  First, I met someone that I claim as my big sister now, just by her being there was helpful.  I met one of my best friends, who didn't understand what I was going through, yet was one of the most helpful.  I met a good friend, but I didn't talk to him much in the beginning, but his very uplifting spirit showed me that no matter how hard your life has been, it doesn't change the goodness of your personality/soul.  The most important person I met, well reconnected with, was my God.  God is good to me, he is my provider, my most important opinion, and most of all He is who I am completely in love with.  It is the type of pure love that is not something to be ashamed of.  Because God loves me, and you, too.  And we don't care about what others think, because love that comes from our ultimate creator is beautiful, and pure, and healing.  No matter how hard you've had it.  Your husband or wife may have left you, but you know who was there when you couldn't be?  God.  Have you lost a child, or had multiple failed pregnancies and just wanted to cry out?  Do you now have any living children?  Do you know how you have the gift of children?  God.  Did you know that the child from the terminated/failed pregnancy was pure? Do you know who they are with right now? God.  Have you made mistakes, even terrible, really bad ones?  So have I.  And do you know who has accepted your apology and has forgiven you?  God.  You know how you're reading this right now and scoffing?  God wants you to know you are beautiful, and loved, and accepted.  God wants you to accept him into your life.  Only you can make that decision, though.  There is not one person on Earth who can force you to accept God.  Only you have that authority on this Earth.
To end this blog I will say that when you  block people-anyone- Family, friends, or God out, you are not hurting anyone close to as much as you are hurting yourself.  
XOXO -Morgan      

Ok, so let's start from the ground up!

I've decided to restart my blog.  I only have 100 page views and 0 followers, and my mission is to help you, and it would at least be nice to get to 2500+ page views and 250+ followers by the end of this year.  That is my goal.  I will post a blog twice a week, on Wednesdays and Mondays! I sincerely hope that if you happen to come across my blog that you will follow, I promise you will not be disappointed.  It would be great to get views and follows from 4-5 different countries! So here are some Q and A's.

What's the blog about?: Just about everything from DiYs to random, funny stories, or just how my day went and what I did.

How old should one be to read on this blog?: 13+, nothing inappropriate will be on the blog, but that's the lowest age technically allowed on google accounts.

Will the content on the blogs be humorous?:  Most of it.  But rest assured, there will be some great reading materials.

How serious am I?:  I can get serious and very shy at times, but I'm really 60 (serious) -40 (funny) 

Why is this blog not making me want to follow at all?:  I hope it persuades you to follow, which would be great, but it probably is because I'm new to the committed blogger deal.

 Thanks for stopping by! I hope you stick around!  Talk on Monday?  

~Morgan Elizabeth