some days aren't yours at all
they come and go as if they're someone else's days
they come and leave behind someone else's face
and it's harsher than yours
and colder than yours
well, that's that.
prom was cool, and not cool, and whatever it was.
i'm proud of myself and incredibly ashamed.
i love people, and they love me, and i want to curl up in a ball and hide.
i am happy i went but altogether perplexed as to what prom is about anyways.
but so many good things happened to other people, and i am excited for all of them.
and prom-dram stayed lowkey. yay.
and i have learned this: i adore showers more than almost anything else in the world.