since i can remember, i dreamed of wearing a beautiful gown, hoping in a beautiful car equipped with a dashingly handsome date who loved me deeply. he would place an amazing corsage on my wrist and we would arrive to prom and dance the night away. since i was a senior in hs, i knew this dream was intangible. i wouldn't hop in a car with a dashingly handsome so and so. i would regretfully get into an oversized suv full of people i will not even speak to in 5 years. i'll have a picture of a night that was all hype and i probably didn't enjoy. i have the dashing date and the dress but everything else is a bust. as of this moment. (7:30 pm monday april 19 2010) i do not want to attend prom. it isnt my dream anymore.
one step forward. 10 steps back.
this sucks, its pretty devastating. when your dream dies its like being dumped by someone you were in love with. my mom really wants me to go but i will be just miserable.
people say things could always get worse: THIS IS WORSE CASE SCENARIO.
