Breaking.

Broken.
Whether or not that's a feeling.
Or a state of being.
It's her.
Broken.

Shattered.
Even shatter-proof glass can be broken,
If hit with a strong enough force,
It's demolition.
Shattered.

Hearts.
We give them willingly to someone unknown,
The key to our souls,
Lays freely in their hands.
To help grow,
Or destroy.
Hearts.

Blood.
It's the vitality to our existence,
But if tears shed were blood shed,
Would we all be dead?
Blood.

Love.
It's a wonderful gift granted by two individuals,
Freeing the mind of all spiteful feelings,
Does it not create wrath?
Hate?

Broken.
Very much so a feeling.
It's more than a state of being.
It's me.
Broken.

Wedding day.

All my life, I've known what my wedding day will be like. And now as I'm getting older, and I'm falling in and out of love, it seems more and more like a possiblity. I want nothing more, to walk down the aisle, seeing the love of my life staring back at me, and not being able to get over how beautiful I looks, but not being able to get over how much he loves me either. I love trying on wedding dresses, and telling the ladies about my future wedding plans. And they think it's so romantic.

I want to walk down the aisle with my daddy by my side, telling me that he's so proud of me, and that's he loves me, and hopes I'll always be happy.

I really just want to get married. I love making invites. I know. It's creepy. But it's pretty much my favorite thing.



Weddings are so magical. Most of the time, people don't like them, but I've always loved them. From the time I was a little girl. I love that you can feel the love beaming off the groom for his bride. I love that the bride is always so beautiful. Her dress flattering to her body, and her smiles are endless. I love that each wedding is unique. Even when two weddings have the same colors, are in the same location, or whatever, there's something special about each one. I think it's the uniting of love that happens. It just is so magical.

The gown are definately one of my favorite things.

I know everything about my wedding.

And how it's going to be.

I know. Obsessive. But it makes me feel good. I don't know why, but it does.

I went and tried on dresses just for fun, and I found my dress.I'm going to buy it, and get it for my day.

Is that lame? I don't think so. I love weddings. They are so special. I want to get married. Soon. But not too soon.

Prom dress I will get.

Prom.

Prom is such a nightmare. I don't know why girls get so excited over it. (I think it has to do something with the estrogen, but what do I know?) I've had 4 friends that have been asked to prom just this week alone.

And so the madness begins...

I want to go, but I'm not going to get asked. Because my 16th birthday is 2 DAYS after prom. I think that's rediculous, but what do I know?

If I go, this is the dress I'm going to get.

Jamba Juice HERE I COME