"The meaning of terror" - Megan Church

If you are ever going to rob megan, may i suggest doing it at the dead of night. Dont mind her being there, she will just be rolled up in a ball in the corner. Sobing quietly.  Her weapon of choice?

A damn pillow.

You never know yourself until you have seen your self in the face of disaster.

Which brings me to last night.

I went in to our room to find Megan, asleep on the air matress when there was clearly a bed she could be using so naturally i woke her up to tell her. This is when i decided i would never do that again. For the next half hour she single handedly defined the term shit show. Sometimes when a window is open at our house it will cause the doors to open and close. Imagine, there we are.. laying in bed & minding our own when the door starts to creak open just a little. There was tension as each of us refused to turn the light on but it was fineeeee. Fine until the door slammed and we found our selves standing on some pretty high stakes. At the point of the door slam, megan rolled off her bed and down to the ground where she curled into a ball and began to cry. Crying real tears. In between sobbing and putting her face in the pillow she managed to tell the robber or rapist, or homeless man ect. that and i quote, "We have no means to contact anyone that could help us Ashley, no phones and we dont even know the number for 911 over here. We are going to die. "

I could go on about this story however i will not, my sole purpose was to express to the world the importance of finding a best friend you can count on in times of turbulance.

on a lighter note, i will be holding new best friend auditions on the 12th of august. My place.

sincerly,
disappointed.