Six Strings and then the World

Playing the guitar just seems so legit. The six strings giving out a beautiful melody. An instrument that speaks to the soul. I really want to try it out! I have been watching all these people on YouTube who sing and play the guitar *at the same time* I mean like who doesn't want to do that? And then when I master the guitar, I will sing the song I made for my idol and dream man, Harry Edward Styles! I remixed "What Makes You Beautiful" and turned it into "Harry I'm Your Perfect Girl". I know what you're thinkin, and you don't have to thank me.
You know what is down right sexy? Guys and guitars. And if they sing too? "Panty dropper!"- Jenna Marbles. But seriously though, like if a man can sing and play the guitar we are pretty much meant to be! If you agree then we would make great friends. Like Ed Sheeran! Not the best looking Brit, but his voice is like an angel.

Are you single? I have no men in my life. No real ones anyway. Zip! Zero! "I love being single" said no truthful whore ever. And the sad thing is is that I'm so into One Direction and Harry Styles that when my friends are going around in a circle, "oh, and who do you like Brittany?" My first thoughts unwillingly jump straight to Harry. I'm almost eighteen years old, and I fan-girl over a British boy band. Well, that doesn't sound too pathetic does it?
But hey! Being single isn't really that bad! I have been all my life, (minus a month and a half) but who's counting right? We all can be loners together, then we will go to Europe and find some sexy British, Italian, and Irish men! The trip is planned. Any takers? 🙏✈🇬🇧😍👫👫
We can all be next door neighbors and go on double dates, travel the world, and be BFFs! I'm actually lovin this idea! Boo on Idaho, here we come UK!
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Day of Black, Night of Sparkles.

"It's always darkest before the dawn."

Funerals. I honestly don't know who likes them! Sitting by everyone who loved and cared for someone who is now gone from this world. Also, imagining how everyone else must feel of whoever was closer to that person.
The funeral of my Grandma Peachi just happened to be the day of my Senior Prom. It was an unexpected death, having a small cough then two weeks later we're putting her into the ground. She was a great lady and very caring for other people, and I will miss her.
After funerals what do you do? I sat in my car and bawled my eyes out listening to Ed Sheeran, but who knows if that's normal. After trying to recover myself I went into Subway, getting stares, because I was "overdressed" for a sandwich place. I felt like giving everyone the middle finger, and getting back to chowing down my turkey sub.

After the tears and overeating, finally came the sparkles. My bestie Ari and I didnt have dates to our senior prom, because boys are stupid. We went and got our hair done at a big hair academy in our town and just used some of Ari's dresses to save some green.
Red lipstick and six inch heels, lets just say everyone was turning heads. Not to mention we rolled up in my sisters blue mustang, looking sexy. Showing up stag and dancing the night away was the greatest idea! Especially because we weren't the only ones with the idea. Walking, much less dancing in six inch heels, was a challenge, so we danced barefoot the whole night and just wore the heels for the picture.
We had our senior toast with red solo cups and champagne glasses filled with sprite. Everyone was going crazy clinking our glasses together and sprite getting thrown all over. Tanner Honeycutt dropped his glass and broke it right next to my barefoot group, but we just kept on rocking the night away!
In the end you have good friends, driving away in a cool car, screaming out the windows into the night, just like good friends should.
It was an ᎥЯ⚙ИᎥᑕ night, because it was one of the worst but best days of my life!