I keep having these horrible dreams of being alone and naturally I wake up sad and crying. Then I cry even more when I realize that I actually am alone.

I love feeling like a horse just kicked me in the chest. But I guess that’s growing up.

Fuck my stupid life. Ready to end it

I can’t wait til my wedding day.

I know I’m going to be so happy that someone finally loves me as much as I’m capable of loving someone else. I’ll finally feel happy and beautiful and complete and carefree and just so incredibly serene. I don’t know who will be the man crazy enough to keep me for the rest of his life, but I can’t wait to find out.