Burning Truth #4

She will be loved by Maroon 5

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore

It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along, yeah
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved

I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved


Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Yeah

I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Try so hard to say goodbye

This is our song for the week:

Some blog days I won't have time to make a real post, so I'll post a theme song.

This is our first theme song.

<3

She will be loved.

Burning Truth #3

 

 

 

Okay, so for this Burning Truth....I'm going to tell you a little bit of a personal story. This quote really hit a soft spot for me...The story might be a little hard to understand...but here it is:

When I was a little girl I had this little routine that I did every night. I'd get into my pajamas, brush my teeth, pick out my clothes for the next day, pray, then check under my bed for any monsters that could've been possibly hiding out, ready to come get me. But that seems to be just a little kid to thing to do though isn't it? Anyways, I continued doing that for years until I was  about 7. Thats when things began to get real. Reality was setting in. I was running into the mean kids in elementry school, I was starting to feel bad about myself, realizing that there were other monsters, real monsters not just the ones that used to hide under my bed...real ones.

 I didn't let that phase me though. I continued to grow older, trying to manage each day dealing with those monters, trying to find a place to fit in with all of them. Then I reached middle school...it started out passing by in a blur then things began to change again. All those monsters around me were begining to take a different effect...I was beginning to turn into one of those monsters. I was changing into one of those terrible creatures I most dreaded. The rest of middle school passed...and I had become a completely new person. Then I began highschool. (this is probably where the story gets better.)

I had made it halfway through my Freshman year...barely. I couldn't handle the stress, I was being pushed around, I had lost so many friends, I turned into a monster. I was not the same Kate I once was. I didn't care anymore, I pushed people away, family, friends... I began to not sleep...or if I did I would have nightmares. This quote brought back the memory of one of those nightmares:

I had been trying to fall asleep that night...but I just couldn't. I would close my eyes but they would open again and I'd lay there just staring at the dark shadows on my ceiling. I remember laying there just thinking that I was useless. I was nothing. I didn't care about anything that I used to. There was nothing important to me. I didn't have to be nice to anyone. No one deserved me to be nice to them...as I was thinking those things, I dozed off.

I remember feeling hands grasping mine, arms wrapping around my body, pulling me down through my mattress. I remember fighting, trying to get away. The monsters under my bed were pulling me down, wanting me to join them, because I was one of them. I gasped for air, I couldn't see,  I couldn't breathe, all I could feel was pain. But somehow I pulled away or I was let go and there I stood infront of a mirror looking at a reflection. It was me....but it wasn't. She was ugly, she had scars, the word perfect etched into her arm, dark make up surrounding her eyes....She was the monster I had become...I was looking at myself and what I now was.

I then woke up, shaking and sobbing. I wrapped my blankets tight around myself and checked underneith my bed the way I used to. There were no monsters. It was just me. I was the only monster in that room. I sat there and said a small prayer just like I did when I was younger and I cried until I had to go to school the next morning. Ever since then, things changed. Yeah, I'll admit things are hard from time to time...there are still scars...but to me it's a reminder that I fought back against that monster that formed inside of me.

To this day...I don't check underneith my bed for monsters anymore, I check inside myself. I make sure I know who I am. Kate. Not that scary version of me staring back in the mirror like in my nightmare...

 

 

I am Kate.

There are no monsters under my bed.

and I am a fighter against all monsters.

 

 

So listen here readers, those monsters aren't under your bed. They're in you. You just have to realize it. And if you're strong enough, which I know you all are, you can fight back like I did.

 

We stopped checking for monsters under our beds

When we realized they were inside us.

 



Your theme for this week:

Find those monsters.

Fight those monsters.

Know that they're not under your bed

but inside you.

 

You have your mission.

Fight. Those. Monsters.

 

 

-Kate<3

 

 

 

Burning Truth #2

Okay so for this post.... Was hard to choose the theme. For quotes it was either this quote or another good one that I really like...but I chose this one because it's a little more understandable by most of the viewers.
So I'm gonna get right into what this means.
Teenagers are the most misunderstood people on earth.
That first line...oh god, so crazy and true!
What makes it true are the first and last words of that first sentence. Teenagers. Misunderstood.
Nobody understands us. And when I say nobody I mean NOBODY. Most of the time I don't even think we understand ourselves! There's just something about this age that we go through...some phase that we have to lose ourselves then find ourselves again. We're falling in love, we're getting our hearts broken and breaking others, we're trying to balance school lives and social lives, we're trying to balance busy schedules, and don't forget about dealing with crap from family and friends. Seriously. A teenager can only go through so much.
So, on top of being misunderstood add the fact that we're all treated like children.
We are treated like children...
To this day my parents still treat me like I'm 6 not 16. They take away my deserts, or send me to my room, or make me go to bed early, or...I don't know they give me all these little kid punishments....But also the teenage punishments as well. (For example: house arrest, taking away phones, ipods, facebook access...etc). But adults are so over protective of us! We have curfews and they're so insistent on knowing what were doing who were hanging out with, who we're talking to, who we're texting. We can't have our own space! They smother us! We want our Independence but when they cradle us the way they do we can't help but rely on them!
And then that leads to the last part of the quote.
...But expected to act like adults.
As I was saying before, how do they all expect us to act like adults when they treat us like children. They say they try to push us towards our Independence...but they keep us close causing us to rely on them! I don't understand how all that works out! Anyways...as adults we're supposed to be responsible...and we should have jobs we should be able to drive ourselves places, we should have enough judgement to know what is wrong and what is right...but still have enough time to make mistakes. It's hard though to act like an adult...we can't always grasp onto the concept that we're growing up. It takes time to sink in. So please stop pushing us into adulthood,older generations!..we'll make it there eventually, that I can promise.
So...parents...guardians...teachers...adults out there trying to deal with us teenagers...understand this:
You won't understand us. You can't understand us. We're misunderstood. Stop treating us like children because we're not! Stop pushing us to be adults as well! Becaus we're not that either. We're just teenagers. A misunderstood percentage of the poplulation.

Teenagers are the most misunderstood people on earth.

We are treated like children

but expected to act like adults.

The theme for this week:

Be a teenager.

Don't be a kid.

Don't be an adult.

Stay in between because that's were you belong. :)

Be a teenager.

-Kate <3 data-blogger-escaped-div="div">

Burning Truth #1

Okay, did you read that carefully?

Read it one more time.

What do you think of it? Can you relate?

Because I sure can.

"I'm just a girl."

Yes. I am. Most of you readers I bet are too. How many of you feel like...you can't be "just a girl"?

How many of you feel like you have to be something more? You have to reach above what you really are?

I do. And I'm sick of it! Seriously. I'm just a girl! I shouldn't be told to be anything more than what I am. I'm simple, I'm normal. Us girls, we shouldn't have to compare ourselves to other girls. We are who we are, each day were being shaped into what we're meant to be. We're not barbie dolls, we're not plastic toys. We're people. We're just girls. 

"I'm just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I'll never believe it."

God, that line is so true! Don't get me wrong, I looove being called pretty, it gives me this nice warm feeling inside...but at the same time I don't believe it at all. I feel like someones lying to me just because they can. (stupid self esteem issues!)  For some reason something inside me just doesn't accept it. And thats something I have to learn to do! Accept it! It's something a lot of people have to learn to do!

So I'm giving you girls a challenge, next time someone says "You're pretty." or "You look cute today." or "You're hair looks nice." some nice compliment on how you look dont reply by saying "Eww! no I look like crap!" Smile and say "Thank you." Smile and accept it! You. Are. All. Beautiful. I've seen so many people tear themselves apart over their image. Stop. If someone says you're pretty or you're beautiful, most of the times its true! ( * Notice how I say most of the time. There is the occasional guy who just wants to get a little lucky who will say anything. But that's another Burning Truth.* )

"I'm just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I'll never believe it. I'm not always right, but I hate admitting I'm wrong."

So this next part of the quote I don't really know how to go into detail about. This part of the quote is true in everyone. No one is always right. If you were you'd be some freaky genius, living in a perfect world. But no one is. Admitting you're wrong is one of the hardest things to do too! But look, it happens. You're wrong. Face it. It's the truth. But when you're wrong about something don't just hang your head in shame and think "Oh. I'm stupid. I'm wrong." No. Thats what NOT to do. What you do is hold your head high and say "Yeah. I'm wrong. So what!" Don't let it bother you! Being wrong sometimes is supposed to happen. It gives you a little kick, a little reality check.

"I'm just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I'll never believe it. I'm not always right, but I hate admitting I'm wrong. I'm almost always smiling, but it's not always real."

Okay, and this is the point where the quote becomes me. If you really knew who I was, you'd see a girl who is ALWAYS smiling and I'm not kidding, ALWAYS smiling. That's just my personality. I smile to make others happy, and it usually works. My smile spreads to others. But inside, I'm crying. Life brings me down. It brings everyone down! But smiling...helps me forget how much life hurts sometimes. So again...another challenge for you. Next time you're sad or upset... Smile. Just give the world a flash of that gorgeous smile! If you're too shy to smile at the world, look at your face in the mirror and just smile and tell yourself that "It get's better"  

"I'm just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I'll never believe it. I'm not always right, but I hate admitting I'm wrong. I'm almost always smiling, but It's not always real. I can be read like an open book, but I hide so much."

So, readers. I'm gonna tell you something, hold onto your seats cause this might come to be a shock to you. YOU ARE A BOOK! *gasp* Shocking right?! Haha, but, yes my dears, you're a book. You are writing your own story in permanent pen. And as you write, as you live, most people are able to read your story, most people are able to see you. But like most characters in real novels, you're hiding something, just like them. Everyone has a secret. You're continuing through life, through this book, with extra baggage on your back, but what you are hiding is exactly what pushes you forward. Just like the characters drive to finish the adventure in their story, this is your dive to live through yours.

"I'm just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I'll never believe it. I'm not always right, but I hate admitting I'm wrong. I'm almost always smiling, but It's not always real. I can be read like an open book, but I hide so much. I work hard at things, but I don't always get what I deserve."

C'est la vie. It's life. You'll work your little butt off for something and half of the time you'll get what you work hard for. If you put your heart and soul into it enough, you'll make it there. Other times you'll work and work and work but not quite make it. Maybe fate is trying to tell you something? Maybe you needed a little more of a push, a little more inspiration. Maybe working again you'll get what you deserve. But that other half of the time, you won't it. But that doesn't mean give up and start kicking and screaming and saying "screw the world." It means you just keep going. Okay? Do you understand that? You just keep going. Eventually you'll be given EXACTLY what you deserve.

"I'm just a girl. I love being called pretty, but I'll never believe it. I'm not always right, but I hate admitting I'm wrong. I'm almost always smiling, but It's not always real. I can be read like an open book, but I hide so much. I work hard at things, but I don't always get what I deserve. I'm just a girl."

I'm just a girl.

I declare that your theme for the next few days. 

Convince yourself that, honey, you're just a girl.

You control who you are. 

You are who you are.

You're just a girl. 

I'm just a girl.

And that's all we need to be.

-Kate <3

The Burning Truths

Well, I have no idea how to begin one of these things.
Honestly, I think blogs are a waste of time...BUUUTTT I'm begining one.
How does that make sense?
.....
Exactly, it doesn't. ;)

So, hi. My name is Kate. And I will be the author of this blog.
It's called The Burning Truths because...
I'm actually not sure how to explain the reasoning in my head. Haha
That's just the name I decided.
Anyways...my plan for this blog is that as often as I can I will post a Burning Truth about life. I encounter a lot of problems each day and I've learned that writing it all out helps. And then I figured, why not share it? Maybe others have the same problem! Maybe I'm not aloonee!!

Haha so yes. This is my horribly, awkward, short, intro post!

I'll begin a real Burning truth after this is posted...
But for future references if you have any ideas you can either leave a comment on a post or email me at: theburningtruths@gmail.com

Yep!
Thanks anyone who is possibly reading this!

-Kate <3