There are times when something really important happens and I instantly want to blog and talk about it. Then there are other times when I just kind of clam up and don’t want to mention it. I’ve been kind of like that lately. I wanted to say thanks to everyone who left a lovely comment on my last post. <3 I might be a while in responding, but I’ll slowly return them.
Prom was Saturday night. I had been looking forward to it for a while; I had my beautiful dress, my shoes, got a new straightener to do something with my hair, was all set for it in every way. The night started out well. Becky and Jacqueline came over to get ready together and we all looked lovely. That was about the highlight of my night.
We went to take pictures at a park nearby with someone Becky was going with and it was awful. His mom came and we took pictures for a whole freaking hour. What do you even take pictures of for an hour?! She took individual shots, posed shots, shots with different backgrounds. Gosh, it was like I was getting married… except I wasn’t! My mom stayed for about ten minutes to take some and then left. Here are a few of my favorites:
After that, we went to the hotel that our prom was being hosted at. It was nice at first, but the music kind of sucked, and it just didn’t live up to the expectations I had for it. Afterwards, we went to meet up with a group of friends at IHOP and on the way there, me and Andrew got into a fight. I was pissed, he was apologetic. We didn’t talk the rest of the evening. Neither of us had an appetite by the time we got to the restaurant. It was awful.
He took my home, and I vividly remember telling him, “You ruined my prom night.” And then I just left. Looking back at it now, I feel so horrible. I was pissed off, disappointed, and had all these emotions running through me and just said it.
We hardly talked the rest of the weekend. We’ve only been in one other fight the entire time we’ve been together, so I was not prepared for the silence and loneliness that I felt. I think I cried most of the weekend.
I’m not going to go into much more detail, but it was just overall a horrible weekend. Becky had a horrible time as well. Andrew and I have made up since then, and are fine, but we both said stuff that shouldn’t have been said, and we both feel awful about it. Just thinking about prom makes me want to cry. It definitely did not go how I wanted it to go, but c’est la vie.