It's Saturday the 14th

Mel, my more interesting life comes from getting a couple of paid wedding photography gigs and that aspect of my life is opening up a whole lot.

I'm excited and scared.

Need more practice as with anything.

It's Saturday.

Yee haw

love,

me

My life

is about to get more interesting I think =)



=)




Love,

Me

I can

do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Phillipians 4:13

I faked it, til I felt it.

I can't tell you when I'm at the gym, wondering what am I doing there, how many times I say this.

Today, when my legs felt like they could push no more and I wanted to quit. I tell God, "I can't do this"

I hear His voice in my head "Don't you dare quit, say it again."

I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me

I have struggled for awhile to find the positive side to my recent illness. Slowly, it's coming to light. I really am nothing and can do nothing without Christ.

I thought about that a lot when I was sick and laying in bed... how come I am a believer stuck in this bed and there are tons of bad people out there who don't believe and can at least work and get out of bed.

Like a bad record playing over and over again.

I'm not really sure that I have fully figured it out, but I know for myself that God needed to remind me that I am nothing without Him.

I watched a show yesterday and she talked about how God works through others to bless each of us. I am so blessed.

I may not have the biggest house in the world or have the fanciest of things, but I'm not unhappy. I am really blessed. I think about the hottest days we have ever had here and think how lucky I am because I got to sit in an air conditioned house.

That crosses my mind a lot lately. I have 2 pairs of shoes and in many parts of the world, they don't even have one.

I am very thankful for everything I have. I am very thankful for everything I am given and the people who give it to me.

I go without nothing. God truly takes care of me.

I get this Christian thing wrong a lot, but I am so in love with Jesus.

I talk to him every single night. He waits for me under our tree.

My heart just fills with love and flutters at the very thought of him.

Speaking of things I don't have to go without, I never have to go without him.

I can't relate to God on the scale that I can Jesus. I love God very much and think of Him as my father. I guess that's why He sent Jesus, to relate to us.

I am growing so much, I am learning I don't have to be a doormat, I'm learning that I don't have to be around people and things that make me uncomfortable.

I am learning to say no. I'm learning I can live without the things and people I never thought I could.

I guess I'm growing up.

It's late, I need to sleep. Was up pondering Jesus and how broken I am and how much he loves me anyway.

And how much I deeply love him.

=D

Nite.

Love,

Me

Gym Time

I am slowly easing my way back into the gym. Yesterday I was able to do spin class again, the first time after almost a year.

I was beaming with happiness.

This morning I went back and was able to go 50 calories and 5 minutes further than yesterday.

It's frustrating to not be able to do the things I used to, but in the same aspect, I appreciate the fact that I am just able to do something.

Going from being able to do nothing when I was sick, to just working out....It's amazing.

If I come to a point where I don't think I can do anymore, I just remember that I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.

I do it in His strength, not my own.

I can't wait til I can go all out. I can't wait to see my clothes getting bigger.

I can't wait to go and buy me new work out shoes.

Hope, that lies within Christ.

Hope, where I had none.

I look back and think about how hopeless I was....So sad.

I hope I never get to that point again.

Heading to the pool for the day =D

God is good.

Love,

Me

YAY Summer

Really enjoying my summer. I can't remember the last time I was so happy. I'm out of the house all day, in the pool almost every day.

It's nice. I'm around people I love and people that are fun =)

Have been thinking lately about things I want and things I want to do with my life. God has put some dreams on my heart and pushing me a little bit to go after them.

I can't have the dreams I want, where I'm at right now.

I know wonderful things are on the other side of change, but I don't change much.

One thing God is doing is revealing what liars some people in my life are. I was so blind to that before, and He really has shown me. I wasn't shocked, just blind to it.

Now I laugh at the lies they tell.

I don't need/want people like that in my life.

I deserve so much better than I allow myself to have. I'm smart, I'm beautiful, funny, creative and have a really good heart.

I heard the other day someone who is supposed to love me called me a bitch. Of course not to my face. It would take courage to do that. Of course they get sympathy for everyone thinking they have to put up with such a tyrant.

I processed this for a few minutes and people only say that who don't know me. I think about the frustration in my life, think of the lies and garbage and being shoved behind everyone else. I think of the way I'm not appreciated for who I am and I think anyone, who puts up with what I do and doesn't kick a few of these people to the curb....isn't a bitch. She's a frustrated woman who's filled with anger and hurt. She couldn't be a bitch if all these people are still in her life.


One step closer today.

I'm worth it.

Love,

Me

The Prodigal Daughter Returned

I went to bed fairly late and woke up early. I'm not sure what came over me, but for the first time since September, I wanted to go to church.

I sat there coming up w/ a million reasons that I could not go and every reason that came up, I was one step closer to going. I found myself in the shower, getting ready, clothes on, out the door and driving. Even on the way I had a million reasons I shouldn't go, but I ended up there.

I honestly don't know how I got there or what possessed me to go, but I was sure God wanted me to take something away from what He was trying to say. There was a message I needed.

The sermon today was on Joseph and what his family had done to him and how God took what others meant for harm and used it for good.

As I fidgeted and listened, I was trying to process what all this had to do with me. Daniel spoke of abuse, emotional problems, financial problems and how you can help people through your bad experiences and how it is used to grow you and mature you.

I mulled it all over and it's starting to come out. I have been abused, almost my whole entire life one way or another. Daniel said that he isn't sure why people suffer, but it does bring people closer to God.

I notice that when I am happy and care-free, I don't pay much attention to God, but if my heart is broken, I cry out for Him over and over.

On the last part of the sermon Daniel spoke about unforgiveness. He actually dug out the scripture I have studied this week. Romans 12:17, Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody.

*This* is where I am having my biggest struggle. Daniel hit it right on the head, I am playing God. I used to be so passive and let everyone get away with everything. I have taken a stance that God isn't doing anything at all to these people who hurt me, so I will treat them exactly like they have treated me. I have held back no punches either. I have said things that I don't like myself for, I have lied to someone who has continuosly lied to me. I played head games with people who play them with me. With a lot of people in the past month I have done this.

I got so tired of everyone getting away with how they treat others (me) and they always have a happy care free life and always get good things.

This is a huge struggle with me, because I don't know if I can not do it. I'm so sick of some people that are in my life that it's hard to even talk to them. I have ended ties this week with some people who drain me emotionally. I apologized for the way I acted, but I had to bow out.

I Just don't know how to overcome this struggle. I don't like being mean, but I feel that they deserve it. I'm just tired and I guess the real answer is the one God has been giving me all along. The one I don't listen to, the one I ignore.

The one I pray about and just pretend I didn't hear the answer.

I really did need to hear that this morning. I need to work on my forgiveness and stop repaying evil for evil. It has gotten me nowhere.

Love,

Me

For the first time, in a long time

I'm happy =)

I casted my cares and they were erased.

I could not have received a better gift ever.

Joy in my heart, excitement in my life.

Love for God.

Love for really good friends.

Jesus under our tree.

Losing weight.

Did I mention my cares were erased???

My chains are broken and I am set free.

Psalm 107: 14-15 . “He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death, And broke their chains in pieces. Oh, that men would give thanks to the LORD for His goodness, And for His wonderful works to the children of men!”

My chains are broken and I am set free.

My chains are broken and I am set free.

My chains are broken and I am set free.

My chains are broken and I am set free.

Thank you GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

=)

In case you didn't hear............My chains are broken and I am set free.

Love,

Me

My Shoes

My mom has a thing for other peoples shoes. I thought it was weird til recently.

I have my magenta addidas running shoes. I absolutely love these shoes. I remember the day I got them, I remember falling in love with them.

I was walking the other day, my shoes are worn out. They are looking dirty, the heels are wearing out and the shock absorber in them is shot. I thought briefly about getting new shoes, but I don't know that I can.

I think about those shoes in terms of who I used to be. When I got those shoes, I was someone that I liked. They walked the floor of the job I loved, the pedaled the bike of the spin class I love, I lost lots of weight in those shoes.

They seem to be the only constant thing that attaches me to a past that I miss.

Is this how people start hoarding?

I accomplished so much in those shoes.

I feel like if I get rid of them and bury them in a closet somewhere that I will forget that for a short time I was someone that I loved.

Kyle used to always be insecure over Vick. Our marriage had many fights over Vick. I always missed the days I was with Vick, but I didn't miss Vick at all. I missed who *I* was, when I was with him. I was young, extemely thin, beautiful.

Vick was like the shoes. By letting him go, I was letting go of a past where I liked myself.

Tears actually come to my eyes as I think of my shoes. When I think of who I was in them. Somehow feeling I am letting them down, that they only get to meet the floor of the supermarket or the hot pavement.

500 spin classes are probably in those shoes. Every day, sometimes twice a day for a year. Hundreds of miles on the AMT trainers in those shoes. Sit ups, strength training. Everything in those shoes.

At least I have more hope than ever now that I will get back there. Giving myself a lot of slack for getting sick and gaining some weight.

Mulling over the new shoes and thinking maybe I should just go ahead and get the shoes because it is a new start.

My walks with God lately are awesome. He gives me strength and power I never knew I had.

I love Him.

Nite, nite bloggety bloggers

Me

I need to cry

In the worst way, but I cannot. Trying to find things to make me cry and nothing works. I'm just pissed, frustrated, pissed, frustrated.

I just want to freaking cry and cannot.

=(

love,

Me

Misery

mis·er·y (mz-r)
n. pl. mis·er·ies
1.
a. The state of suffering and want as a result of physical circumstances or extreme poverty.
b. Mental or emotional unhappiness or distress: "Our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not on our circumstances" (Martha Washington).
2. A cause or source of suffering.
3. Informal A physical ache or ailment.

That's me. You can cut out misery and paste my name right there. I go on every day pretending that I am happy and trying to put up a front, but I'm am so f'in miserable inside it is pathetic.

I can't shake it like I normally do and to add insult to injury I cannot freaking cry. I have to resort to watching severely sad movies to cry.

I do not like my life. I love my kids, my family and my sweet grandbaby. That's it. My heart inside feels so awful. I'm physically sick over how bad I feel. How sad.

I have tried to pray this week and it doesn't come. I love God, but I just can't get past this funk. It gets worse and worse and worse.

Admitting to myself that I made a huge mistake is hard and reality creeps in...slowly.

Seeing it in writing doesn't make it any easier to bear. I made a HUGE mistake.

I took a risk and it slapped me in my face sooooooooooooooo hard that good grief. I hate saying how wrong I was. I hate having to accept how wrong I was. I sit here suffering because I was wrong. I didn't think of myself as prideful, but I am. I can't wait til I fully accept this and just move on.

I can't even open up here.

I'm just miserable.

=(

I don't know what to do =(

Love,

Me

=)

This is my new, sweet, precious grandbaby =) I LOVE him =)

Sitting here waiting on the bug man and had some free time, so I decided to show off my first grandchild!

I had mixed feelings through out the pregnancy and wasn't sure how I would feel once I saw him. All I could feel is absolute love. He's so precious and new. Not yet broken by the world and ugly people.

Fresh.

God is so good. So good. Giving me patience to deal wtih prideful people, giving me a beautiful grandson. Giving me the ability to forgive as He forgives me.


Baby comes home and I can't wait!!!

God is soooooooooooo good!!

Love,

Me

I danced today

Not sure what happened over the past few days, but I had a lot of joy in my heart and today dizzy or not I danced.


I felt God's presence so much lately and that tells me, maybe, just maybe I'm doing something right.


I am really enjoying therapy at the Center. The therapist is helping me take things apart. I always look at the big picture of everything and I get frustrated. So, she has me taking things apart into a smaller step. Setting small goals that eventually lead up to the much bigger picture.


We talked about things I like, things I don't like. I really don't know what I like, but she said my face lit up when I talked of photography. I do, do, DO Love it. So, I told her I had no money to start up a business and my camera works half of the time and the buttons stick. Just all negative and she told me the first thing I can do is pick out the camera I want. Start there, that goal. I've met it. Then she told me to save a little each week til I have enough to buy the camera I want. While I am saving, study online about how to use the camera, different techniques. What lenses I want etc.


Elmer told me he picked out the exact camera that I picked out to buy me for my birthday. I am shocked, beyond shocked at that. I'm not sure how to act with someone being that generous. Overwhelmed I think is the word.


So......Why on earth didn't I think about this stuff before. About setting small goals. I mean, I can do that with anything.


It's something I am good at. It's something I enjoy.


I had a dream the other night and wow............talk about getting "it".


I dreamed that I was in serious trouble. I mean someone was coming to kill me. I was in china or somewhere. This guy would take a sword and would cut me to torture me and I could feel it in my dream. He told me he had planned to kill me, but they were going to do it very slowly.


I remember how scared I was. Beyond terrified.


There was this guy in the dream, he was the big head honcho king and he loved me. He was oriental and the way he would look at me, overwhelming feelings of loved poured through my body.


I had no doubts what so ever that this man loved me. He told me he had to make sure he planned a route out for me and had to go work on it, but help would soon be back. He sent his brother there to barter with the guy. His life for mine. I didn't want to leave because I didn't think it was fair that this guy would just die for me or that the king loved me so much that he would let his own brother die for me.


I ran away crying and crying because I was so sad his brother had to die. I was running in the woods along these paths and came to these stairs. There were bathtubs on each turn to the next floor and each one had an oriental man in them taking a bath. I climbed up all these stairs and went running out the door. The king was there in an icecream truck waiting for me.


I said "You came back for me" and he said " I made the way safe for you, lets go."


I woke up at that moment and told Elmer about the dream. It was so weird. Especially the feelings of love I got.


I hung up w/ Elmer and laid there thinking about the dream. Who would love me so much that they would let their brother die for me? Who could ever love someone that much.


Then I realized.........My Papa. God. Not His brother. His son. He would let him die because He loves me that much.


I got the Gospel in Chinese.


I felt loved. I'm thankful for that dream because I needed a reminder. I needed to feel it. I needed to see it and live it, in terms I can relate to.


He loves me that much.


I love Him too =)


Crying now as I think about God and how much I love Him.


I'm not so far gone out of the loop that I can't appreciate all the good around me.


I love Him.


Love,


Me

Answered Prayers

I have been thinking all morning about prayers. How for a long, long time I prayed for something. God answered the prayer and I'm sitting here sad, because it's not at all what I wanted.

I don't know why He did that. Unless it was to show me the reality of things.

I was doing so well. So well..... I can't blame anyone but myself.

I need to be careful about what I pray for. I feel sick to my stomach.

Last year, I never thought I'd end up here. I have been in a spiritual plateau for awhile. Taking what I can get, when I can get it.

I'm really disappointed with myself lately. I read my prayer journal the other day and saw all the prayers and saw my pain. I made the prayers while in the pain, when in reality I think things were supposed to be the way they were.

I didn't take God at His word and thought *I* knew better. Now, I'm stuck in a place I don't want to be.

I need to pray for God to fix it.

Father really does know best.

I'm an idiot.

Love,

Me

Hello!

Figured I'd sit down and write a wee lil bit.

Things have gotten a bit better lately. In this whole process, I have changed quite a bit. Getting really tired of situations and I just have no want to even fix them.

Seeing a specialist to help me cope w/ PTSD along w/ my regular counselor. I like her a lot and she knows what she's talking about. We talked for awhile and she spoke a whole lot of truth to me about my life, current situations, past situations and future situations.

I have to change the past(my reaction to it), to change my future.

She said a lot of people are like me and afraid to change anything because they are afraid of that change. Afraid of consequences of that change. But, she made a lot of sense that change is necessary and change is good. By changing some of my current situations that really are no good, I can open doors for new and better things to come along.

I really enjoy talking with her.

All I want is to be happy and hopefully after working w/ her and a few others I'll get the tools to use to make better decisions and get out of situations I'm not happy in. There are quite a few in my life and I do have power to change them.

Just need to find it.

Hope everyone had a wonderful Easter.

He has risen =D

Love,

Me

I'll Fly Away

I listened to that song a few times today.

Some glad morning when this life is o'er,
I'll fly away;
To a home on God's celestial shore,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

Chorus
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

When the shadows of this life have gone,
I'll fly away;
Like a bird from prison bars has flown,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)

Chorus
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

Just a few more weary days and then,
I'll fly away;
To a land where joy shall never end,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away)

Chorus
I'll fly away, Oh Glory
I'll fly away; (in the morning)
When I die, Hallelujah, by and by,
I'll fly away (I'll fly away).

I can't wait to fly away from here. I want out so bad and God has stripped me of everything and is forcing me to deal with everything right at this moment.

Like a volcano I was being pressed and pressed to unload everything I hold inside. I was/am angry at ever being put in the position to do so. I'm angry at the response I got, I'm angry at the treatment I am getting.

I have been in bed for almost a full 7 days now. I get up and shower, I did take my daughter to school. I just lay in bed. Sometimes watching TV sometimes not.

My heart is broken into a million pieces and there is a storm going on all around me and I'm in such a numb emotional state I don't know what to do.

I thought about going to a hospital a few times, but for what? They don't see you for non stop crying. I've been embarrassed and humiliated enough, I don't need anymore.

I looked in the mirror for the first time in awhile today. I recognize the blue eyes, but the over all sadness that has invaded me like a virus from hell, I don't know.

Meet w/ my counselor on Monday, then a new counselor on Wednesday. I don't want to go to either, because frankly I'm tired of talking about it.

Beeing dealing w/ this crap for 9 years now and I don't want to talk about it anymore.

I'm tired and I'm alone in the most difficult time in my life.

I am running behind Jesus holding on to the very, very, very thread of his robe....Having faith, weak faith, but faith none the less and knowing that since He brought me to it He will bring me through it.

I am ready for my crown of beauty for my ashes.

I'm ready to fly away.

Trade my iron shackles in for freedom.

I want to go home.

Love,

Me

Finally, a break through!

God has been calling me back slowly and surely. At first I was resisting in my anger at Him and who knows what else.

I started slowly a few weeks ago, listening to some of my shows and CDs again. Last week, I opened my bible study and did it. Reciting scripture to myself when I'm anxious or sad.

I haven't had a word from God in so long. This morning I was in my car and I was crying having a really bad morning. I plugged in my Ipod and turned on my favorite song I hadn't listened to in months "May your power rest on me"

Tears flowed down my face, not from sadness, but because I FELT God again. It washed over me and my heart was at instant peace. I wish I could explain those moments, but I can't. I just know the Holy Spirit was on me and my tears were wiped away.

Last night we were watching a show and there was a part where they were worshipping and I can't tell you how beautiful that is to me. Seeing someone get saved. Watching God take the blinders off someone. There's nothing more beautiful in life.

I was on my way to the therapist and thought it was going to be a big crying session. I walked in and he said "Well, look who's back to their old self" I couldn't stop smiling and the joy was back in my heart.

One thing I have learned in this time is how much I miss God. He's so fantastic and I have learned so much about His grace in this time.

I have leaned on His grace and I have been such a bone head.

I am so in love with God. I know I'm not back where I should be, but man do I love Him.

I felt in my heart today and was reassured by Him, "Everythings gonna be alright!"

Man, I missed Him.

Love,

Me

Ah, A new month!

It's March, my winter depression should be coming to a close. Thank God!!

I hit my rock bottom last week, had to be honest w/ my therapist about what I was doing. What I almost did. It was very hard and I was ashamed of myself.

I woke up at that point I believe. I had lost all hope in my life. It seemed there was no way out of anything, but to go through it and...well... I didn't want to go through it.

He gave me a lot of hope yesterday. But most of all, I got a lot of hope from Jesus. Seeing my sweet Saviors face when he was carrying the cross. Knowing that I won't be punished for the things I have done, knowing that those things have their own consequences. A lot which I am facing right now.

I did my sleep study and lately I just can't sleep. I am not even sure if they were able to get any readings because I'm not sure I slept deep enough. Lately, it seems as if I don't.

I have a few friends and we have been discussing things ALL day long. All of us together, back, forth, back, forth.....Just chatting the day away.

I absolutely love those girls. They have kept me sane this past few weeks when things have been so hard.

Wish we all lived closer.

Opie is feeling a lot better, finally off the steroids that made him act so wonky.

Off to go walking and spend some much needed time with God. I don't know what I did, but I sure messed things up good w/ Him. But, that's why there's Jesus....I'm forgiven.

Love to all.

Me

Dinner for one

I'm down in the dumps. I got dizzy at the dentist, then at the store.

I cried all the way home and now sit crying.

I fought this thing for almost 7 months now and I have no fight left in me.

None.

I don't know what's going on, I don't know why it's happening. I have been trying to get closer with God and just to let Him fix it. I keep hanging on knowing He WILL fix it.

Was so sad over the weekend. Was alone. I wish I had someone to sit at my table with me and eat dinner. It was nice when Elmer was here, because he always sat with me and ate at the table with me.

I fought Kyle for a year to not feed Savannah dinner before she came over. I would cook all these things and she would always have eaten at his moms. I begged, pleaded, but it never changed anything.

I wish he knew how it felt to just want to sit down and eat with someone and have it taken from you. Everything, even simple things like having dinner with your daughter is a fight.

My weight is a fight. Being alone is a fight. Dizziness is a fight. Even trying to talk to my dad was a fight. Video games where I used to escape anymore is a fight and arguing. I want peace somewhere and there's not any.

There's just more fighting at every single turn. It's slowly killing me. I literally just want to lay in bed anymore and do nothing because it's the only place I'm not dizzy.

I gave up on my dreams. Someone over the weekend told me I wasn't a hairdresser...I haven't been for awhile. I remember when I was a really good hairdresser. I had clients out the wazoo. I loved my job, I was good at it. I was artistic and amazing at it. A disability took it away. It took everything away. Just like dizziness took away the gym.

The thief comes only to kill steal and destroy. Well dizziness and anxiety are theives.

They say what others have taken, God can give you back. Why doesn't God give me back double for my trouble? Why do I still suffer?

Me n Elmer are watching Friday Night Fights and there's a boy on there who had a whole football career. He was a football player, but his back got broken, he became paralyzed and now he will never play football again.

Does that make him any less of a football player? Or now is he nothing because disability took it away.

I pushed Elmer away all weekend because I just wonder how he can ever love me when I'm so screwed up.

How can he love someone I hate? There in lies the problem.

Pray for me.

Please.

Dianna

Sigh

Having difficulties w/ the privacy on here, but... I guess it doesn't matter much if someone else can view it.

Been in bed all day. Dizziness is back....I'm frustrated beyond words.

I'm pissed, beyond words.

I have hopes and dreams and as soon as I feel like I make progress, it's back again. I want to learn to live my life with it, but it feels so awful and I'm so mad.

I've been resigned to laying in my bed, being careful the way I put my head. I hate it.

I'm trying not to be angry at God, but it's so hard. I have so many other afflictions....can't one of them suffice without dizziness? I'm tired.

I miss Elmer a lot. As I lay here all day I just kept wishing he was here, so he could just tell me it's all gonna be okay.

Nothing worse than being sick, than being sick alone.

The tears have flowed all evening because I have been recovering from this since July, is it going to be another 9 months til it goes away again?

Fear, it rules my life.

I want an escape from this.

Love,

Dianna

My puppy doggie is better!

My dog is like a whole new dog! I wonder if he was getting sick for some time now. I never paid much attention I guess, other than realizing he's not acting like himself!

He ate 2 full bowls of dog food last night! =D

Starting to feel a lot better emotionally.

An old friend wants to fly in from Chicago and take me to dinner on Valentine's Day, while I was flattered..... that wouldn't be fair to E, so I said no.

I'm not sure what's happening there. Seems like we never have stuff to talk about anymore. If I do talk, I say or do the wrong thing. So, I've taken the approach of really saying nothing at all to avoid a lecture or comments about how my thoughts are off base.

Reminds me a lot of the relationship I had w/ my stepmom. Sometimes I feel like I'm trying to fix that relationship through this one. It just doesn't work. He's sweet, he does really nice things for me...........but, if I can't talk or say my point of view or even be allowed to have feelings validated. What's the point?

I usually sit on the phone and let him do all the talking and just listen. Through that I have felt very distant and very lonely.

My therapist tells me week after week that it isn't working. My family and friends tell me it isn't working.

Maybe I see it, but I just don't want to believe it yet.

/shrug........I guess I don't have to worry about it today or tomorrow.

Today has enough worries of it's own.

The bible tells me so.

Love,

Me