Yesterday was prom and everyone looked so beautiful and handsome. Me and my date included. And as I look around I see all these people, my senior class the awesome bitches and niggas I grew up with having the time of their lives. Music is echoing in my eardrums I’m tapping my feet. I want to dance so badly. My date however isn’t the dancing type. So I sit. In the confined space of a lawn chair in beautiful scenery while the whole place shakes and laughs about. All night sitting. Nothing to do but envy the people having fun. Me trying to fake a cheesy grin in order to not make my date feel bad. But fuck… I always thought of prom me being with the person I really liked or my high school sweetheart. And being all lovey dovey and taking corny pictures together. Maybe even a bunch of embarrassing ones by the punch bowl. But it wasn’t. I went with a friend. I don’t blame him though. He didn’t know anyone except me there so how much fun could he possibly have? He left early. I stayed and managed to salvage the last bit of fun I could. Even if it was 20 minutes. So I danced. Danced the most crazy moves I had. And I had fun damn it. All by myself. So fuck you and your date.
I wish my dog was like this. Instead of an annoying asshole.
Best target day ever.
hot guy at target bagging my bra