I'm crying.
I'm crying because the Beatles are dead and the Spice Girls are gone and I have nobody left to love.
I'm crying because I fell madly for a dress and then had to choose between it and my mother and I'm almost afraid I made the wrong choice.
I'm crying because I'm not going to make it to my senior prom and that it's almost okay with me.
I'm crying because I'm afraid I'm not going to be homesick next year, and I want proof that I do love the people I say I do.
Mostly I'm crying because it's just a dress.