Ok, this was stolen from 5thstory who stole it from Clarice who stolen it from Ruby.

Birthday:: Jan 30 1989
Birthplace:: Philadelphia, PA
Eye Color:: Brown
Hair Color:: Dark Brown
Height:: 5’4'
Weight:: 120 lbs
Right handed or Left handed?: right
Your Heritage:: German, Italian, English, Russian, and possibly some French
My Worst Habit:: asking for things I don't actually want ie sex
Zodiac Sign:: Aquarius
Shoe Size:: 8ish?
Pants Size:: 0-3 depending on the brand
Innie or Outie?: Innie
Parents Still Together?: Thank god, no
The Shoes You Wore Today:: Brown Pumas with a white stripe
Your Weakness:: Rosey
Your Fears:: Squirrels, Cops, my mom disowning me, my brother trying to talk to me
Your Perfect Pizza:: No pizza ever again, no! (I work at a pizza shop)
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:: Pass all my classes and find a more affordable apartment
Your Most Overused Phrase On An Instant Messenger: lol or nvm?
Thoughts First Waking Up:: Sleep.
Your Best Physical Feature:: Eyes? I like my cheekbones sometimes... skin is real nice bc it keeps all the gooey stuff in...
Your Bedtime: When ever my brain can shutoff so I can sleep
Your Most Missed Memory:: Having my old group of friends

MY FAVORITES

Favorite color?: orange
Food?: Seafood... Sushi... Maybe eel?
Sport?: lacrosse
Animal?: Cats, Frogs, Sharks, Dogs
Ice Cream?: strawberry
Candy?: snickers
Store?: Habitat
Salad Dressing?: oil, balsalmic vinegar, oregano
Actor?: Not sure, actress would prolly be Natalie Portmam, although my current obsession is Ellen Page
Song?: I Wonder by The Willowz
Letter?: X
Number?:3
Gum?: Winterfresh
Holiday?: Thanksgiving
Season?: Summer
Toothpaste Flavor?: pepperminty
Radio Station?: None
Perfume?: None
Scent besides perfume?: Rosey
Body part on the opposite sex?: eh, whatever

FRIENDS AND LIFE

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?: A therapist
How Do You Want To Die?: I would say sooner or later, but I promised someone to stop saying that...
Turn ons:: Nibbling... on my neck ears lips... the softness of skin, sparkling eyes
Turn offs:: carbon-copy girls, too skinny people
Which One Of Your Friends Acts The Most Like You?: I really don't have many to pick from and I swear we're all really different... Dan and I have a lot of the same neuroses
Who's The Loudest?: omg Margo <3
Who Makes You Laugh The Most?: Nina
Who Have You Known The Longest?: Anne
Who's The Shyest?: Me
When Have You Cried The Most?: two years ago
What Is The Best Feeling In The World?: falling asleep, hugging people you love
Worst Feeling?: Panic attacks, being addicted to cigs but possibly having asthma and using an inhaler... a lot, but not being able to quit
Where Do You Want To Live When You Grow Up?: Arizona or California Unfortunately, Iowa's too cold for me...
If You Could Change One Thing About You What Would It Be?: Anxieties and sadness
How Long Do You Think You'll Live?: about 70?

FINISH EACH SENTENCE

Let's walk on the: grass barefoot
Let's look at the: pretty fishies
What a nice: facade you have
Where did all the: happy memories go to?
Why can't we: live as hermits and talk to only each other for eternity
Silly, little: Girl Scout, cookies are evil
Isn't it weird that: my grey kitten chases her tail constantly
Never under any circumstance: underestimate a squirrel
I wish: it was sunny here
Everyone has a: right to a good life
I am: achy, and sad

HAVE YOU EVER

Been In Love?: Yes
Been To Juvie?: No
Mooned Someone?: Umm can't remember... I might've at work...
Been Rejected?: Only when I'm joking
Ran Away From Home?: Nope
Pictured Your Crush Naked?: Come on, seriously
Skipped School?: tons of times
Thought About Suicide?: yep
Slept Outside?: mmmhmmm
Laughed So Hard You Cried?: haha yeah
Cried In School?: unfortunately
Thrown Up In School?: humiliating...
Wanted To Be a Model?: No, but I wanted to be someones trophy wife
Cheated On Someone?: I don't count cheating on guy anymore... I was so no t interested and sick of them.
Done Something Really Stupid That You Still Laugh At Today?: Yeah, about that...
Seen A Dead Body?: Yea
Been Bitched Out?: Maybe?
Drank Alcohol?: Yea
Smoked?: unfortunately
Been On Drugs?: But don't tell anyone
Eaten Sushi?: ... I work at a sushi bar
Been On Stage?: Thank god no
Gone Skinny Dipping?: Not yet
Shoplifted?: I steal ads from magazines, so if you have a torn out page, it was me
Been Drunk?: can't remember :p
Been Called A Tease?: Yea... once... mostly a flirt, but I don't know why... I'm one of the most prickly people out there
Been Beaten Up?: by my brother

DO YOU

Swear?: occasionally
Sing Well?: not really
Shower Daily?: if I feel like it
Want To Go To College?: Already here
Want To Get Married?: Planning on it
Believe In Yourself?: sometimes about somethings
Get Motion Sickness?: used to like mad
Think You Are Attractive?: sometimes
Get Along With Your Parents?: With my mom
Like Thunderstorms?: Just had one... amazing
Play An Instrument?: Used to... several actually...
Own An IPOD?: erm... maybe? can't find it anywhere...
Pray?: no
Go To Church?: Only for weddings and funerals for people who are christian
Sleep With Stuffed Animals?: Sometimes
Keep A Journal/Diary?: I try
Dance In The Rain?: In circles
Sing In The Shower?: Sometimes

THIS OR THAT

Pepsi or Coke?: Diet Coke
McDonald's or Burger King?: Neither
Single or Group Dates?: Single
Chocolate or Vanilla?: strawberry
Strawberries or Blueberries?: Strawberries
Meat or Veggies?: meat is gross so veggies
TV or Movie?: Movie
Guitar or Drums?: Guitar
Adidas or Nike?: cheap shoes
Chinese or Mexican?: mexican
Cheerios or Corn Flakes?: umm... I'm going to have to answer.... no.
Cake or Pie?: pie
MTV or VH1?: VH1
Boxers or Briefs?: Boxers to sleep in

CAN YOU

Do The Splits?: Helll no
Write With Both Hands?: maybe
Whistle?: not well
Blow A Bubble?: bubble solution = the shit... but bubblegum, yeah
Roll Your Tongue In A Circle?: I guess not, but I have no idea what this means
Cross Your Eyes?: It hurts though...
Walk With Your Toes Curled?: yup
Touch Your Tongue to Your Nose?: yeah... it's weird
Dance?: when I'm alone
Eat Whatever You Want And Not Worry?: So far I think so...

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON

You Touched:: my best friend
You Talked To On The Phone:: my mom
You Instant Messaged:: Rosey
You Hugged:: Rosey
You Yelled At:: Midna, my cat for trying to climb my flesh
You Played A Sport With:: Wow... does drinking or video games count?

WHAT'S THE LAST

Time You Laughed?: When Midna jumped into the window pane...
Time You Cried?: A few days ago
Movie You Watched?: Not sure, think it was Saving Face
Flavor Of Gum You Chewed?: winterfresh
Joke You Told?: I don't tell jokes
Song You've Sung?: something Zero 7 or maybe Keller Williams

RIGHT AT THIS MOMENT

Where Are You?: in bed
What Can You See Out Your Window?: my street, street lamps, rain, houses
Are You Listening To Music?: in my head
What Are You Wearing?: a t-shirt from threadless and pj pants
What's On Your Mousepad?: dont need one

BELIEFS

Do you believe there is life on other planets?: it's possible
Do you believe in miracles?: some days I do
Magic?: not so much
Love at first sight?: maybe, in rare cases
God?: No
Satan?: No
Ghosts?: I just like to leave them alone and not acknowledge or doubt their presence and hopefully they'll leave me alone... that is if they are out there... which I'm fairly sure they are
Santa?: Nah
Evolution?: Yeah, it's pretty nifty

IN A BOY

Fav Eye Color:: Blue
Fav Hair Color:: Brown
Short or Long Hair:: Medium
Height:: eh w.e
Weight:: not scrawny, but not obese
Best Clothing Style:: w.e

IN A GIRL

Fav Eye Color:: one of those colors that you can't describe... like a blue-grey infused with green and maybe some gold
Fav Hair Color:: blonde, strawberry blonde, brunette
Short or Long Hair:: long and curly/wavy but not too much
Height:: about my height a little taller maybe
Weight:: skinny, but not dying
Best Clothing Style:: baggy jeans, piercings, t-shirts

RANDOM

What Country Would You Most Like To Visit?: Scotland
Number Of CD's I Own:: a lot
Your Good Luck Charm:: Rosey
How many pillows do you sleep with?: two for me two for Rosey
Do you drink milk?: lactose intolerant and I wouldn't anyway, it's gross
Person You Hate Most:: don't hate them anymore
Most Outdated Phrase:: “I hate you"
Do you think God has a gender?: why?
Where do you think we go when we die?: non-existence
How many rings until you answer the phone?: I usually let it go to voicemail unless I know/want to talk to the person
What is something scientists need to invent?: Anti-Homophobia Pill
Are you a health freak?: About certain things, but not about others
Are you a virgin?: yeah, no, not really... at all
If you could travel into space, where would you go?: somewhere else with life
What is the worst weather?: Windy, cold, snowy (after it's fallen)
Did you play with Barbies as a child?: Yep
How many grades have you failed?: None... amazingly

Ok so today was one of those shitty ass days where everything that could go wrong does and you find yourself asking why the fuck is this happening to you. That turns into why the hell do I bother, then why the hell am I still here? After hours of endless self inflicted mind torture you realize it's six days until the anniversary of when you tried to kill yourself.
That was the stupidest thing I've ever done. I wonder if the effect of this date will ever lessen? Two years and it hasn't yet. I just hate myself because I feel like I'm trying to get myself killed by myself by having done stupid shit like that. Kinda like I'm setting myself up for the future... Like "haha didn't work this time, but you'll remember this and feel uber depressed and maybe next time I'll get you"
I think there was a song by the band Bush or maybe it was Lit that has the lyrics or title "my own worst enemy." When ever I get like this that's all I can think about, that fucking song. I hate that song. I'm gonna go listen to it...
It's days like these that I want to sabotage myself, destroy every last thing that I hold dear. I don't even want to kill myself anymore, I want to torture and punish myself for being so fucking miserable. Maybe I'll just waste away to nothing. I'll lay in bed all day listening to fucking Bush or Lit or whoever the fuck feeling sorry for myself and eventually wither away and vanish.

Thank god I'm seeing my shrink sometime next week.
Feh.
But it will go away, you know, these thoughts. I was perfectly happy at one point, although I don't remember when. Let's just hope that I don't fuck anything up while I drown in my self loathing, shall we?
Sounds good. Ok... No sabotage tonight... Just sleep... Much needed sleep.

I haven't posted in forever, but I just felt like saying I have the most awesome-y hat ever that I found on South st that was sold to me by some guy that barely speaks english, but seems like a dandy fellow anyway.
It's fleece-lined and knitted with ear flappies not to mention it's rainbow...
Which brings me to another point. I love that aisle in Wal-mart with all the towels. You totally know the one... with all the towels arranged in rainbow order... Towels always seemed more appealing at Wal-mart and my friend pointed out they were arranged by color. She thinks I'm a big gay dyke, I'm sure of it. :(
But it really is a nice aisle...
If you haven't, you should go visit it... Seriously.

It's weird how you turn to the same old things for comfort. Even if you know it's leading somewhere bad...

Hey everyone... I've missed keeping up with everyone on here, but I havent had the urge to write until now...
So I moved out of my house & living with my friend and my girlfriend. Which living w. my gf is not actually all that weird bc we're also friends so it's not as weird as I think it would have been if we weren't friends first, you know?
Hmm.
So we have this kick-ass house in West Chester and I'm going to WCU in the fall... I think I'm going to major in social work and minor in spanish/ some other foreign language. No idea yet... still undeclared officially.
So the reason I wanted to write this post is bc I'm all hyped up on caffine and nicotine (just spent $20 at 711 on cigarettes, energy drinks, and candy bars).
The reason I find this so exciting is that besides the cigs I'm pretty much back to being amused w.o some form of drug... And it reminds me of eighth grade... and that just makes me happy. No idea.
WEEEEEE!
: )

Imogen Heap = pretty amazing

Anyway. Last night my girlfriend and I had a really great conversation. It was really really nice b/c we havent had enough time to really talk lately.

ANYWAY.

The real reason for this...
I wanted to know if anyone here has read Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning? I've always found that poem fascinating and some how comical... in a very dark way.
I wasn't really sure if my curiosity warranted a forum topic.
So that's why it's here instead of there.

I haven't really commented lately bc of school related things, but I got an e-mail and decided to vent about it (lucky you!).
In gov't class we were assigned to write a letter on a topic that is important to you to either a rep. or a senator, depending on what issues you wanted to address. I decided to tackle the issue of gay marriage and how it would benefit our community greatly if we allowed it in PA. That was kinda brave for me, I mean it's an issue that's very close to my heart and makes me rather emotional (hopefully I'm not just crazy?).
After working really hard on it and researching making references etc and trying to make it look really professional I wanted to send it to Senator-elect Bob Casey (I live in PA) because I figured that I would be better heard by him. My teacher decided I needed to send it to a Senator who was already sworn in so it was pretty much Arlen Spector aka major dickhead.
I was reluctant to send it and even thought of starting from scratch with a new issue, but eventually I sent it. A week later I got back an automated e-mail and it said thankyou for your concern, blah blah blah, Senator Spector is a very busy man... UMMM what? Isn't this the man we pay taxes for to support his salary so he'll listen to us? But apparently dear senator Spector is just to busy to deal with reading and replying to the public's concerns.
Several months later to my suprise I got a response. I figured it would be something that beat around the bush trying not to disagree, but not agreeing in order to keep my vote or w.e (like he's ever gonna get my vote... HA!), but I actually got a truthful opinion. Arlen Spector was kind enough to tell me how he agrees with me that marriage is a sacred thing to be kept between a man and a woman. Okay... First off... I was arguing for gay marriage, incase you didn't notice, asshole. Second, you were doing soooo much better with your little automated reply e-mail. This newer version just proves how much you care about your voters: NOT AT ALL.
GAH!
And after I spent all that time on it?! Just to get a response that clearly shows that his secretary must have just sent out a standard e-mail having to do with his views with "Ms. ________" inserted, or something to that effect.
GOD! What an ass hat!
Sorry. I was just absolutely shocked... The least he could do is have a secretary read it and reply with a hint that someone bothered to read my opinion.

Lesson: Do not vote for Arlen Spector... For anyting... EVER.

Drunk and riding around at 1 AM. This is not how I imagined remembering Rick. He is indestructible. He was indestructible. It’s so hard to believe he’s gone, within one passing second a drunk driver sped past the cross-walk, his best friend unable to pull him back, that fast. Poor kid, he blames himself, I can tell. They say he was killed on impact. That’s good right? Not much pain? Well not for him, for those he left behind, well that’s a different story. God, so many people loved him and he had such a bright future. As his sister once put it, “He’s like God, but on a computer.” And he was.
He graduated college in less than three years while working fulltime as a computer technician for his college. If you ever came to him with a question he couldn’t answer, the next time you’d see him, he’d be an expert on the topic. He was just that kind of guy. It still amazes me, his creed for life, for learning, his passions (computers and cars), and those he loved. I still wonder why this happened. What perverted force had taken him from this world he so dearly loved?
Rick, he was going somewhere, he was going to make the world better, no matter what. This is why I sometimes sit in disbelief at my last memory of him: being drunk, driving to Wawa. We went off on an excursion for his blue-raspberry slushie and my nicotine fix. I’m not sure how he had patience enough to listen to my drunken philosophies. He was a brilliant guy, but even in a sober state, he was willing to listen to my bitching.
We pulled backup to my friend’s house and he stopped the car. We were still talking, now it was about his love life. He showed me a picture of a gorgeous blonde girl. My reply was, “Oh my god, she’s pretty.” His, “Yeah, but the sex is terrible,” a joke.
“Why don’t you just dump her?”
“Because I love her.”
That stopped me in my tracks, “Oh.” That was all. I said goodbye, he said be careful. The last time I saw him.
Ever since his quick and tragic death, I have been contemplating Rick’s wisdom that night; a person may not be physically or aesthetically pleasing, but they could be the one. The one to spend your life with, the one who’s waking (and sleeping) moments you’ll never want to miss. The one who is beautiful for who they are, the one you admire most, he one who feels like home.
So many of us seem to end up in meaningless relationships because what we think our partners should be, what they should wear, how they should talk, how they should act. And of course they should be hot, and the sex should be great. Those things are nice, really, they’re wonderful, but no one can be all of them. Every one has their flaws. No one is perfect, and no one is immortal. Not even Rick.

Two minutes left of my birthday.
I actually had a great time for once.
Good night Oasis.

I was reading a post someone made a while ago and that reminded me / inspired me to tell my story of "recognition"(I guess you could call it that...).
This is going to be rather long-winded or I may leave out parts so it won't make sense... So if you read this and have any questions, just ask...

My History:

So I guess I grew up in a somewhat abusive environment with my dad (emotional) and then when he left (I was 8) my brother (2 years older than me) was both emotionally and physically abusive to my little sister, my mother, and me. Honestly, I don't blame either of them, which is prolly unhealthy. I know the conditions they grew up in and that's all they knew, not to mention my dad has bipolar (had, if he's dead). But nonetheless damage was done and it sets a background for my story.

My Mom:

My mom was born in Ohio... into a very Lutheran community. She's extremely conservative, narrow-minded, and, at times, controlling. When my dad was around, my poor mother was too scared to stand up for herself, let alone her children (She was, after all, the subordinate sex... in her mind). Then she was left, by my dad, to raise three kids by herself.

My brother was a hell raiser and my sister an infant, so I learned to take care of myself so as not to burden my mother further. I'm not complaining. I'm proud of the fact that I'm self-sufficient. I wouldn't change my past because it's what has allowed me to become who I am today. I (unlike my brother and sister) was able to form my own thoughts and opinions. Even if I couldn't share them with my mom without having them completely shot down instantly, I was still an independent thinker.

I hope I haven't been too long-winded in explaining this part, but I feel it's important. You can prolly see where I'm going with it though: my mom is not accepting of gay people; she thinks it's a choice, not how you're born. So automatically I was not allowed to be gay, I mean... In my childish thinking I was so not gay because that only happened to other people, not my mother's daughter. I wasn't allowed to be gay, so I never really thought about the possibility.

Freshman & Sophomore Year:

High School... YAY! Except, not at all. At this point I was severely depressed, had bad social anxiety, was a cutter, and was starting to develop my notions of carrying out my death. Morbid, I know, but seriously it didn't seem weird to me. I was just thinking it was a phase, so w.e... right?

My friends were great though. We were all involved with stage and tech crew for the plays. Sophomore year we had a new addition to our "crew" I guess you could say. A girl named Rosey moved here from California because of her dad's job. She was extremely nice and immediately became “one of us,” so to speak. And life went on with its little ups and downs and the regular angst found in everyone’s high school years.

Junior Year:

The beginning of this year wasn’t too bad; it was actually quite good despite the tension between my friends. I became even better friends with Rosey and spent every second that wasn’t taken up by school or work with her. A lot of people were starting to get suspicious of our relationship. We just laughed it off by joking about everyone thinking we were lesbians and play flirted with each other. I had also made a habit of kissing her because it annoyed her and amused me (think of trying to give a surly two year old kisses, same reaction).

Just a few months into the year, everything started to change very quickly. This was the year I had a falling out with my family and a few of my friends. Alli was pissed at me for my drug use (only weed, come on… seriously) and I got angry with her for treating people (such as Rosey, etc.) like shit. Diane was getting upset because I was being “mean” to Alli, which I honestly wasn’t. I was sad that my choices were affecting her view on me, but I never let my hobbies interfere with hanging out with my straightedge (Which honestly, is perfectly fine. I think it’s great that they made that decision for themselves.) friends.

Then my friend (and ex-boyfriend), Mike, decided one night, while drunk, to IM me and say Rosey and I were “being rude.” I’m still not sure why he came to this conclusion. When I asked him about it he wouldn’t explain, so of course I got into a fight with him. It ended up with Mike telling me, “We shouldn’t talk to each other anymore.” “Each other” basically meant that Rosey and I shouldn’t talk to him anymore.

Winter:

Things just seemed to get worse and worse in my mind. My suspicions that I was a bad friend, a failure, and a burden to myself as well as others, were being confirmed one after another.
On February 9th, ten days after my birthday, I decided there was not point anymore. This time, unlike the others, I was going to finish it. This time I would not let anything get in my way, and I would not call Rosey crying and ask her to come get me. This would be it, and the pain would stop. I wasn’t hurting anyone, but myself and I liked it that way.

Hospitals, hospitals, hospitals:

I woke up in a hospital bed where my mom works. My first thought’s were, “Who the fuck saved me?!” and then, “Now I have to fucking do it over again!” It wasn’t until later that the situation hit me; they now knew and I was being sent to a psychiatric hospital a good thirty minutes to an hour away from my home.

I was an inpatient (which means I stayed there 24-7) for two weeks. The time I spent there was really weird to be honest. I forgot a lot of things, little things, but important ones. I’m not sure why, but I couldn’t remember a lot of the phrases I used in normal conversation or the little quirks I had. I only remembered them when I saw it in someone else. The worst part is that I forgot what my best friend, Rosey, sounded like or looked like. That’s what made it worse, the one person who had been there for me was taken away. I wasn’t even allowed to call her because of the clinic rule of only having family on your calling list.

I appreciated the kids in the adolescent unit, though they all had a unique perspective on things and it let me out past the sheltered world of my small town. One person I met there changed my view on life. We started talking and became friends, and I found out she liked me. I thought about it for some time thinking how weird it was and stuff like that. Then I thought about it and realized that I was attracted to her too.

My most vivid memory of the place was when my roommate taught me to trick the phone into calling out without the attendants noticing. That night I called Rosey. I remember her picking up, “Oh my God, oh my God Zita. I love you, I miss you.” I realized that she was the only person I truly had to rely on. She was the one who made me strong before, and I wanted to get out of this place to see her.

Getting Out:

After two incredibly long weeks of sitting in the day room, going to breakfast, sitting in the day room, going to the gym, going to lunch, sitting in the day room, showers, and then bed, I was able to go home. I was excited to see Rosey again and to talk to her, but my mom was not going to allow it. She found out about my drug usage and flipped. I was now cut off from all of my friends unless she was sitting beside me reading my IM conversations.

The only way I survived that torture was a program we went to instead of school as a “transitional period.” The girl who liked me was also in the program and I became more comfortable with the idea of being bi. I started thinking about how much it all made sense. My obsession with beautiful women that I wrote off as being self-conscious, the crushes I’ve had on camp counselors without really realizing it. Then it kinda clicked, I liked Rosey. How the hell could this happen? It seemed completely unfair to me, I wanted to be with her, but at the same time it wasn’t worth our friendship in the least.

The program itself was monotonous. Everyday, the same thing: morning meeting, snack, school, art therapy, gym, lunch, group therapy and then ending meeting. All day it was walk to this room, sit, get up, and repeat. It was possibly the most boring month and a half of my life.

What Happened Next:
After I got out of programs, nothing too significant happened. After about two months I ended up inpatient again for leaving my house (my mom had thought I was running away). So I stayed at the hospital for a couple days and then attended a different day program for most of the summer.

My mom started to chill out and I was allowed to talk to Rosey, then I was allowed to visit her. After my mom started to get some counseling of her own, she let me hang out with Rosey a lot more often and my world felt less like a hell. Eventually we were able to sleep over at each other’s house and things were kinda back to normal.

As we spent more time together I felt wrong, I wasn’t being honest with her. My friend Nina knew about my little problem and urged me to tell her. She had made a good point: If I told Rosey nothing would really change. She’s not the type of person to ruin a friendship over a little crush.

At her house one night we were talking as usual, laying on her bed. I jokingly kissed her like I always had, and asked, “Why don’t you ever kiss me back?” She got quiet, “What?” So I asked again, this time more seriously and with an explanation. She paused for a bit so I asked, “Do you think that’s weird?” her reply was no. She explained to me that nothing would ever ruin our friendship. Then she paused again, “I like you too. Longer than you have known.”

I can’t explain the joy this gave me. Someone I genuinely liked, liked me back! Before this I only dated people because I figured, “What the hell?” and didn’t want to reject them. But this was fucking real, finally. A battle began in my head, I should ask her. No! That would end your friendship! And so on. Eventually I gave into my desires and whispered, “Rosey? Will you be my girlfriend?”

Happily Ever After?

Ever since we’ve been a couple. I really love her, although a year ago I didn’t believe in love. We’re planning for our future together and next year we’ll be getting an apartment with our friend. As corny as it sounds, some of the sweetest words I’ve heard were, “I want to grow old with you.” And I hope we do.

I hope this wasn’t too long or boring for anyone to read. I’ve just been thinking about this and can’t ever seem to tell people the way I want to, so this is my form of outlet.

God, now I have “Into the Woods” stuck in my head.

P.S.
Sorry if this takes up like an entire page of journal-y-ness. I don’t mean to be obnoxious.