Disclaimer.

Dearest Blogspot,
I feel as if I've betrayed you, and now that I'm back, I'm having a hard time writing. But, all these feelings of awkwardness between you and I are slowly vanishing as I write and as I read what I have recently stumbled upon:
"Writing in itself is release. Remember we are not digging up or boring into old stories. We are simply acknowledging how we do feel and how we have felt. Releasing those feelings and opening that pain to liberate them, not to intensify them. In other words…your blog is a journal of honest acknowledged feelings to be freed forever. Admit your feelings honestly and write them down. You need not edit what you express or apologize. You just write what you feel. That is all. No guilt, no story, no forgiveness is necessary. Just write, feel, release. You may cry, you may yell, you may snap for a moment or a little while, but feel that and free that feeling without building a story around it."
This is the reason why I started blogging. This blogsite has never been used by me to attack anyone, but instead to sort out my feelings.
So if ever any of you feel offended by my feelings, then please, I'm begging you now, stay away from this site, because my feelings are raw, unedited, and unscripted. This, I guess, is my official disclaimer that I should have put up as soon as I started this blog.

I've never gone to Starbucks before to just sit and talk, but D.U, C.G, T.A, M.L., that was an amazing three hours of pure honest, outpouring of emotions that I truly needed, I've learned more about you girls, and I didn't even know there was more to learn. (Well maybe not three hours of pure talking, maybe 1 hour? and the rest playing "Truth or Dare" and "Boom Boom," "Bang I shot you," and "What time is it?")

- flo can't stop smiling about seeing M.L. in what we think is THE dress. Yesterday, it finally hit me that one of us is taking the next step. I'm so happy for her, yet, because she's one of us, this could potentially signal the beginning of the rest of my friends all taking the next step called "Marriage." This is all just hitting me now. I am scared to pieces! reallyflo? REALLY.