...were they ever wrong...

do you know what's funny? apparently, several of my friends thought that i didn't have a very good time at prom. at least, they said that i didn't look it. i guess because i don't usually smile as i dance. i'm used to dancing alone, used to people not really noticing me. it's a time for me to think...so i don't usually make an effort to appear as if i am enjoying myself, even if i am, immensely.

dancing alone is no where near as fun as dancing with boy. goddammit i can't believe that he's graduating in three and a half weeks. it is now my personal mission to kiss him before he goes. if only because after that, i may never see him again.

i hugged him today. several times. it was wonderful.

feigning normalcy,
*madlane*