It sucked, again.
Every year, it finds a way to suck for me.
My date, my gay date, ditched me for a girl. He ditched me, for a girl. And he doesn't even like girls. And I don't particularly like the girl he ditched me for either.
I didn't have anyone to dance with all night.
But you know, at least he had fun.
I felt pathetic. I would stand there next to
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