All costumes are set for tonight’s trick-or-treating and party hosted by Moo$ick, of course ;]

Groove ‘N Gravity (SUPPORT, ahem!), Galaxia, Bo$$e, Low Down Glow, Boycutt, Scissors and Scandals, Five Minutes ‘Til Five, Teen Angst, Magnifizzent, MasQline, Minutemen, Mellow D’s and MANY more are going to be there. I will for sure be there. GROOVE ‘N GRAVITY, ftw! Galaxia, you’re going hella down tonight.

Without Moo$ick, I’d die.

After weeks of thinking critically about our costumes, we’ve finally decided what we were going to be.

Lawrence - a samurai.

Me - a sexy Japanese doll ;]

Juvie Anne - a sexy tribal princess.

Julissa - a whore pink bunny. This girl is so ready to get honked at. Puahaha.

• People make themselves appear so tough on the outside, when everybody else knows that they’re as broken as shattered glass. The more you put an act, the more easier it is for others to see clearly how miserable you are. Why not just admit that you’re not okay? I see nothing wrong or weak about that.
• People say they do “not” care, when obviously they do. They blog, tweet, update their Facebook/Myspace status about those who talk smack about them, but in the end they say that “I don’t give a crap. None of you scandalous people matter to me.” Ah.. If you DON’T care, then why would you even waste one minute of your life writing about what has been said about you? You freaking care, for crying out loud. If you didn’t, then you wouldn’t react to anything in the first place.
• After a heartbreak, girls tell the whole world that they wouldn’t want to be in a relationship again, or that they aren’t even interested to have any boy around. But after a week or two, you see them “talking” to someone new.

You haven’t always been the best recipe on the cookbook.

I was painfully in love with you, and I was sure as heck that if you asked me to be yours again, I would’ve said yes without hesitation, even though I would’ve made a total fool of myself.

But that was once upon a time ago.

People get tired of waiting.

People get tired of wishing.

People get tired of loving.

I loved too much, and was in pain for so long.

You even told me that I should stop. So I did.

But now you’re running back to me? What do I look like? A recycle bin?

Sorry, but there’s nothing and no one to come back for anymore.

I’ve been gone the same second my heart let you go.

Lawrence, Julissa, Juvie Anne, and myself had the chance to have a little get together today. Can I just say that today was probably one of the best days in this whole lifetime? I didn’t expect this day to happen at all because we haven’t even talked nor been together for almost over a month.

I missed all of them, all of us. Amazing, amazing, amazing day. “LOOK, she ate that freaking cow!” Puwahaha. Of course, no one would ever get the real meaning behind this. This insider joke shared between the four of us would NEVER get old. Every time it’s used or brought up, it just brings me to tears— tears of too much laughter.

Life is getting a little better by the day. I am so blessed.

Summer’s over, which results in less use of Tumblr. It’s alright, I beg to say. Senior year will kick butt.

He talked to me.

After all these months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, and seconds when I have done nothing but struggle against myself for thinking about what could have and should have been, he decided to talk to me. His heart and mind have seemed to be so far away from me that it never crossed my mind that a day would eventually come when he would be able to say an apology. I was at his aunt’s house to babysit his two cousins, and he came over to run an errand. Randomly and suddenly he looked me in the eye, hugged me, and spoke to me. It was and still is so surreal, but I believe it. One hundred and one percent.

Him: Hey Reese. (He’s one of the very few special people that call me this.)

Me: Ahm, uh, hey?

He hugs me.

Me: Xander? Why are you—

Him: I missed you and I’m sorry for the crapload of things I’ve done wrong. I was such a jerk. I apologize. I hope someday you will learn to forgive me. And forget me. I don’t deserve your love. Because well…

Me: Well..?

Him: You’re amazing, Reese, and I mean it. You don’t deserve to hurt so much because of loving someone who can’t love you as much or even more. You deserve someone better, and that time will come someday. I’m sorry I never said sorry until now. It’s been too long, Reese, but I think we’re both ready to speak and to listen to what the other has to say.

That very second after he said what he said, everything felt so different. I couldn’t decide just yet if it was good or bad, but I think it was good. I cried in his arms. Bawled, actually. Funny how I remembered EACH word he said, right? I haven’t talked to him in the longest time that I just had to cherish every word that came out of his mouth.

I would have never thought that he would actually tell me those things. But he ate his pride and had the guts to say what he had to anyway. And for that, I am so thankful. Twenty-five needles have been taken out of my heart.

Thank you, Xander. That meant so much to me. I finally have my heart back, and it’s ready and more than willing to let you go.