this is an explination of what i thought, and saw as a result of my 2007 senior/junior prom.
this saturday was the day i hung out with my best friend. we went to prom together, and anyone else would have said we had a blast. the worst part of the whole day had to be that at this point, i remember very little.
when i called my parents to pick us up, i was ready, and willing to kill someone. it wasn't that i could have, it was just the way i felt. things were too hecktic and running to quickly. i don't even remember if i had fun. not at all. matt says that it's because something must have happened and i'm tryin to forget.
i'll side with him on that. but if that were the case, i'm still not sure why that day. things were said, but what, i don't remember. there were so many things going on, me being called things like a robot, loose, and a slut. the last two comments were nothing, but the most difficult for me to come to terms with is that my best friend called me a robot.
sure i'm distant and don't like talking about my emotions. but i don't like gushing to people my personal life. that's why it's called personal. it's personal. mine and for me to muster in. yeah it's not safe, healthy, or even recomended to keep emotions bottled up. but the truth is, i'm not. i'm not bottled up, i just don't tell. i just don't tell the person i'm uncomfortable how i feel. it's not me, and it's pointless when things aren't going to be delt with.
so call me a robot for all i care, what ever happened, i don't remember. and i'm not sure if i'm glad, but i do know that what ever happened, i don't regret. i was told that i made someone very happy. which is fine. and now. i'm going to get out from under a fan, and relax.
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