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Prom was amazing, probably one of the best nights of my life. Great food, great friends, great dancing, everything. In fact, if my dad wasn't still awake, I'd probably be dancing to Joy Division's "Means to and End." It is gratifying to get some compliments on my dancing; makes all the flayling worth it.
Afterwards, I realized (well, I guess I already knew it) that I don't really have any real feelings, or I just block them from other people. It's kind of weird that one of my favorite songs is "Disorder" when I can't relate at all. "Feeling feeling feeling feeling feeling feeling feeling."
I don't know why I'm so freakin tired all the time. I went to bed at 9 o'clock last night, and I was friggin tired all night.
Anyroad, it was nice dancing with all yall tonight, peace out.
Afterwards, I realized (well, I guess I already knew it) that I don't really have any real feelings, or I just block them from other people. It's kind of weird that one of my favorite songs is "Disorder" when I can't relate at all. "Feeling feeling feeling feeling feeling feeling feeling."
I don't know why I'm so freakin tired all the time. I went to bed at 9 o'clock last night, and I was friggin tired all night.
Anyroad, it was nice dancing with all yall tonight, peace out.