Prom. The night many relationships will begin and many will end. The night virginities will be lost, virginities will be taken, and STDs will be contracted. Boys and girls will spend loads of money trying to impress each other. Some will succeed and just as many will fail, so what's the point?
It seems like just yesterday I was being asked to prom with tons of balloons and flowers. Oh wait, no one asked me. No one asked me to prom, and I'm not eligible to go (obviously).
Honestly, it was no big deal. Even as the day began, I couldn't find a reason to care. "Ready 4 Prom!" "Pre-Prom Chillin'" All of my friends began sending me texts, snaps, and Facebook messages about their prom attire. Driving to In N Out, party buses were parked in front of houses, picking up groups of people from pre-prom parties. Status after status I've had to scroll through to find something about Friday night plans that didn't involve prom.
And I? I'm at home ill, hanging out with my cousin as a sort of anti-prom. How original.
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