luna blue

Here's to the girls who don't call themselves a clique, wipe that $30 Mac lipstick off your fake smile.

To the hipsters I guarantee no one's going to care that you wore black every day and died your hair purple.
Here's to the girl in my A2 class.
Here's to the lunch room eaters, and the sweatshirt wearers.
Here's to the 4.0 kids and I'm sorry I didn't come kids.
Here's to the jocks and the stance socks.
Here's to the 2 AM bedtimes and the 4 PM cry times.
Here's to the kids alone in the hallways.
Here's to the football, basketball, soccer and baseball players who sit by the knight.
Here's to my seminary teacher... I'm sorry
Here's to the boys who hold their heads high in the hallways, look around you're, not as cool as you think.
Here's to the friday night football games and baby powder.
here's to my A4 class
And Mr. Nelson...thank you
He's too my best friends, and my fake friends.
Here's to the classrooms and the commons
the dances and black lights.
Here's to knighting and trucks.
Here's to my unmade bed.
here's to the dirty looks and the I promise I didn't steal your boyfriend.

Heres to Hunter
And Terick.

Here's to writing and rewriting and seeing.
Here's to the kids in the front row of our class, keep your heads down because I bet if you looked up something would change you.

Here's to the half of you who hate me now, a third of you who despise me, and a few who want me to write stories on the back of your eyelids.

Here's to you, I love you.

And here's, here's to me, because if I didn't say it who else would?

Here's to this, here's to high school.

our love was like the stars..

a little to cliché.

it was like capital letters at the beginning of a college essay.

Very Perdictable.

it was made up of cute stares and i wish you were here's.

our love wasn't strong and it wasnt meant to last until the end of time.

but it was the sun.

it didn't reached every heart of the earth.

our love isn't the way you look at her.

and it isn't the way she looks at him with her lips on yours.

our love was held in our hands and when you let go, i was left palm up, with a couple notes and some old pieces of your heart.

and she had the sun in her hair and the stars in her eyes.

YOU ARE LOVED!

so stop those thoughts, stop thinking that the world, school, or your family, would be better off without you because i promise you they are not.

you are here for a reason and you have a purpose, your life was not meant to end in high school.
high school is 3 years of the 80 you will get.  it does not matter.
being prom queen, or the star in the play, being the most popular kid in school or having 1,000 followers on instagram, does not matter.

we need to stop getting caught up in the groups were are in.  friends are friends and just because you don't hang out with the jocks, or hipsters, or stand by the knight, this does not mean that you are any better or worse then them.

we are all human and we deserve to be treated as one.

people in your life love you, and if you don't think any one loves you well, then i am telling you i love you, and i think that you are beautiful and have amazing potential.

and the pressure that the athletes talk about, well i promise you everyone feels it.  We go to lone peak, it has world class written across it.  how could you not?

everyone is amazing, everyone has talents, and everyone is different.  yeah, you may not be student body president, maybe you didn't make the cheer team, and you might have a 1.9 gpa. i promise you that it doesn't matter. no one is going to love you less or treat you any different because you failed a math test.

and to every one who thinks that it is funny to make fun of someones weight, hair, race, personality, sexual orientation, activities they are a part of,  or family situations, etc.

stop.  in no way is that remotely funny.

so please think before you do something you will regret.

talk to someone.

talk to me.

because you are more then enough, and you are more then what you think you are.

you are incredible.

and if anyone tells you otherwise, they are wrong.

i shouldn't have writers block.

i'm a 18 year old girl with the emotions to go with it.
theirs boys and drama and girls, and how hard high school is and all that superficial crap that the halls are lined with.

and i want to write about the stuff that every one writes about and i want to write about high school, and, love and people, and life.

but i'm 18 and i haven't lived that long so i cant really give life advice, and i thought i knew what love is, but turns out i was wrong, i hate drama, and high school is great but sorry i have nothing to say about it. and people.. wells turns out i don't know people as well as i thought.

i have writers block because all i write about is how she stole his heart and i broke my own.

and i'm trying to be different and its hard.

and i never like anything i write.

i want to love the words that come but they all end up being about her and him.
and i'm not a fan of her or him.

delete, gets hit to much and the publish never does.

so my blog sits with posts from months ago.

and ideas and drafts from days ago.

and words i liked when i loved him.

i told my dad i have writers block and he said that i shouldn't because i'm an 18 year old girl with the emotions to go with it.

then he said with all confidence that someone can have when they write for a living.

find out what the character wants...

then i said

what if she doesn't know what she wants?

A kiss is a wonderfully beautiful thing. 

Real talk.

I was born on December 28 1996
And I hate my birthday.
I sometimes feel forgotten because there is another's birthday that we celebrate who is a little more important to me.

Real talk
I'm not as depressed as some of my blogs make me sound.
But I am in love with the boy in all my posts.

Real talk he still doesn't love me back.

Real talk I was born in Califorina and I want to go home so bad.
Utah is great but califorina is just better.
Real talk I hate when people who have lived in utah their whole life, and go to califorina once a year say they love califorina more then utah.
Real talk you don't know califorina like I do.

Real talk my family is more fun then yours (I'm guessing).
Sorry sounds mean but if you knew them you'd know what I'm talking about.

Real talk singing is my life.
I sing constantly.
Real talk sometimes I make my life into a musical, because I feel like high school musical would be way more fun the lone peak.

Real talk, there are days when I hate myself and everyone else.
If you catch me on one of those days don't feel bad.

Real talk I love to laugh.

Real talk I'm not really into this post because I want to be wrestling with my brothers.

Real talk i like kissing, and my nick name fits me.

Real talk if you know me you should already know who this blog belongs to.

Real talk I love you for reading my blog.

Real talk thanks for making this a great first part of senior year Nelson.

Real talk life is good, so keep writing.

Love,

Luna blue