Megan Rule

My body. My ugly, good for nothing body that takes up too much space in my full sized bed.

What’s the point in hurting yourself by letting go of what makes you happy? Isn’t the whole point of life to search for what makes you happy? Isn’t love a journey?

Please understand there’s more to me than just meets the eye. Please understand I have substance and I really do cry sometimes. Below the surface is a girl who’s been hurt, a girl who is looking for a moment when she won’t get hurt, a girl who is looking for someone that will wipe her tears, a girl who is looking for someone who won’t hurt her. Will you be that someone?

Just be patient with the process, don’t hold on to the pain for too long, and when your body is ready to build back up, let go and let it. Let it be strong, let it feel the gains, let it learn, let it go and let it be.

You are worthy of having a whole heart. You are worthy and capable of bringing the sunshine out from behind the clouds. Pick up those pieces, put your sunglasses on and stop breaking your heart.

Life is a series of chain reactions, and it’s fun to look back on the dominoes that started it all.

I’m the cream, but she’s the sugar. And even though you insist you like your coffee black, we all know that everyone has a little sweet tooth.

Rejection is temporary, but the future is infinite.

Words stay with us, long after they’re said. Words are the way people perceive other people, the way we inspire other people and the way we caress other people.

I found this place a little over two years ago and knew this was where I needed to be. Because two years ago I wasn’t happy, I don’t know why exactly. I just knew that two years ago I was crying.

In this society exist people who have a far more powerful machine, a machine that has the power to turn the harsh, judgmental words into dust that floats away with a soft breeze.

She stepped closer and looked at my forehead and said, “Don’t worry love, it’s just a small bump. No one will even notice,” and then walked out.