i'll be frank with you.
i want to wear a dress and be gorgeous and have a fantastic time. i really do. i wish i could. but my life doesn't match any of that criteria right now and it just feels so shallow that i'm ashamed to even wish for it.
the entire affair is so militial and cold. you take pictures with people you hate "for old time's sake" while you whisper fuck you into your knuckles.
pictures limo pictures food dance pictures drinking drinking drinking drunk pictures morning. this is not my life and this is not how i will remember it.
prom is an island and i'm just not wanting the mindfuck. are they in hell? are they in purgatory? who knows. don't get pregnant. you'll die.
excuse my crazy.
the satin bodice military is calling.
bEST. friEND.
established end.
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