So this Halloween, I wasn't going to dress up. I really wasn't. It hadn't been a particularly good month for me considering I lost another job and spent two weeks in the hospital.
But Courtney and Alayna were going to a party at one of the nondenominational community centers and I decided to tag along. But I needed a costume.
My prom dress from high school has been sitting in my closet for almost five years now, and knowing that I was never going to wear it again for more than just one reason, I decided it was time to burn it. And tear it. And burn it a little more. I realized that I was being very dramatic, but suddenly the dress became more then a stupid old prom dress. It became some stupid symbol of everything I had lost and everything I didn't want to suffer holding onto anymore.
So for Halloween, while most people thought I was a zombie bride or a ghost or something equally uncreative, I was actually dressed as "the death of my relationship" (pardon the tongue-in-cheek).

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I regret making this face regardless of costume |
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Courtney's makeup courtesy me |
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Roommates and bad lighting.... Courtney was a faerie and Alayna was a gypsy |
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