Halllllllloween.

Halloween (or the weekend of Halloween) was pretty damn fun.
I like to dress up in silly outfits. I wish there was a need for it more.

I have a very pretty sister.

Scared.

My heart hurts,
The first time in years I'm praying. Everything has to be okay. It just has to be.
I want to cry and run away. I can't even sit with her. It scares me to see her like this. I just want things to go back to how they were a few hours ago, when everyone was okay. I can't stop crying and I know that is not going to do me any good. But I can't help it.
Nothing good comes from crying. It just makes me feel worse, and helpless.
I can't sleep but it's all I want to do now. What if I wake up in the morning and things are worse?
I'm a bitch, a terrible person. I should be in there with her, just sitting. But I can't. I can't stop crying. It's pathetic, and I'm scared.
I want to take back everything I've ever thought about her, or all the horrible things I said. I love her. She has to know that, right? I feel like I've failed at being a daughter.
She's going to be okay. She just has to be. The world will fall apart if she isn't. My whole world will just come crumbling down. I want to feel like it's okay again, I want this worry to go away. It has to go away.
I'm sorry.
I love you.

Zombie love.

I love my boyfriend.

He's fantastic.

I had the best weekend ever with him. He makes my life so much better.

I honestly don't know where I'd be with out him.

He puts up with me, and all my sillyness, and then he gets dressed up as a zombie with me and goes to the zombie crawl.

Now that's what I call true love. <3

"Sometimes I wish the zombie apocalypse woud happen because I think I could make it and I think I could save you....


Maybe we could find a cure and save the world. Or maybe we'll just fall in love."

Here comes my man.

I don't understand how someone like me, ended up with someone as wonderful as you. My whole life I've dreamed about finding my Prince Charming, one that would take my hand and dance with me even when I said no. One that would sing songs with me, even if he wasn't the best. How did I get lucky enough to have you pick me?
You have changed me for the better in so many ways. You made me see myself, and actually see myself. I am no longer ashamed of the person I am becoming. You made me feel worth peoples time. You would text me, and talk to me even when it was just to talk. You didn't just talk to me when you needed something. I don't worry about all the little things anymore. (Or at least not nearly as much as I did.) My life doesn't revolve around all the silly things that don't really matter. I don't look in the mirror and cry.
You have made me a better person, and I could never thank you enough for that. I love seeing you, it's my favorite part of the weeks. I hate saying goodbye more then anything else in the world.
And I wonder, could you love me as much as I love you?
I picture myself with you, how lame is that? I see myself growing old with you, reading, drinking our coffee together every morning. How silly is that?
You could be the one. I hope I could be the one for you.