Jul 21, 2005 23:44
So when is it?
The night of the dance.
Where is everyone?
Partying, having a good time.
Where am I?
At home.
Why?
My dad found out I was with Dylan.
I can't stop hating myself for telling him. He is going to make my life miserable. I can be gay, just not with Dylan? Thanks dad. I might as well be straight if I can't be with Dylan.
I'm in some kind of depressive funk that I cannot snap myself out of.
Someone call me, and tell me about the dance. Dylan, you looked gorgegous for the short time that I was there.
Bleh.
-Marco