I Finally Leave The House...

I have rarely left the house since my boyfriend passed a a year 11 months 1 week and 4 days since he died.

By leave the house, I mean with friends and such I haven't really felt like it, and my parents wouldn't let me anyways. Well, I'm going to a Halloween Party.


I'm being my idol, Frank Iero. c: I have the make up aced, and I can pull my long layers back to make it appear I have short hair. My friend has black cargo pants and a pink belt I will borrow, and I have a belt chain. I'm really confiedent about this.

The party is tomorrow, I'm kinda worried, because I don't like big crowds, and there will be 500+ people there. D: I don't do good with other people.

There may or may not be some good stuff there, no alchohol, but weed perhaps. c:

Wish me luck!