Barbaric horses.

“What you want” - the problem with that expression is that it’s frequently at odds with what’s right. Doing what I want to do has never been a factor. It’s more like doing what I am expected to do. I do not live for myself, rather, I live for the people I love. I guess it could be a bad thing. But it's also the one thing that has kept me from f**king up my life. I love them too much.

I usually am a forward person. And I like it when my friends tell me straight up if there is an issue between us. (Btw, I like to jump from one topic to the next randomly. Out of nowhere. So bear with me. Or you can f**k off.) You would think that people in general wouldn't have a problem with that, being forward. But no, that's not how it works - there are always lies so that 'the other person doesn't get hurt'. People! Of course hearing the truth now is still going to hurt. So will it later on - even more should I say. Hence, why not tell the truth right f**king now? It's as if they want you to build up the feelings, the attachment so that one day, they can decide when to let things blow up in your face. And then they apologize. "Sorry, I never meant to hurt you."Do they really think a fuck is given when they "didn't mean to"? NO. No fuck is given. It still hurts like hell you bloody fools. Isn't it a lot easier to just say you're sorry? You may mean it. But you should allow the other person to feel whatever the f**k they want to feel. Instead of wasting your saliva by apologizing, do something about it. Take action! Try to make it right. Not a damn is given to your sorry. Action - it can be so powerful I tell ya. Yeah, I'm done ranting about that now. (I am one f**ked lady.)

After months of preparation and stress over pointless barbaric little things, the night that we all have been waiting for the past two years was finally here. And now it's over. Prom is over. Was it worth it? All that money spent. All the heartache we inflicted on ourselves out of jealousy. It's sad that I allowed myself to be dragged down by those brainless little bitches who will, according to me, be very disappointed the day they discover the center of the universe, and realize that they are not it. My dad always said that movies are the closest reflections to what life is really about. That's debatable, but somehow correct in some aspects. I never thought prom, especially that prom dress group they created on facebook, would push some girls to embarrass themselves by fighting over a dress. First world problems: that slut bought the same dress as I did for prom. Third world problem: my mom died so I could have the last meal.

What the hell, is wrong with us all?

But overall, I would give the night an 8. I had a blast being on the dancefloor all night long. The music was good. The people was alright. It was nice to see some friends (who are not very good dancers based on what I've seen) let loose a little. But hey, it's prom. We're graduating. Who gives a f**k? Most of these people are going to be out of your life in a few weeks' time. It will be a fresh start and you'll be given the chance to choose who you want to be. PEACE OUT high school.