Oh Girl! Melissa

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I am having a moment where I wanted to say I hate weddings. But I know that I don’t.

I am frustrated because I feel all this pressure to plan something spectacular and everyone knows how creative we are but I am just not feeling it.

After this budget reality check

I don’t really give a fuck about eating to be honest.

All I want is a pretty dress

my handsome man

to say I DO 

and be in a beautiful place.

And leave for a honeymoon.

But its hard to ignore the the noise about what I learned a wedding is supposed to be fuck tv. 

Now I am angry and in a really bad place to be thinking about any of this stuff because I have to wrong attitude.

I would like to feed people the best fucking crepes ever and have them admire our beautiful setting. 

Perhaps everyone wouldn’t mind settling for looking at my renderings of the decorations I wanted or the delicious looking food we could have had all drawn up. 

Tada DREAM WEDDING, all the dreams are there… maybe in watercolour or prisma color on vellum, I am really good at drafting plants. It will just be a gallery of unfunded ideas. 

I am getting ridiculous I hope no one is reading this..