The Prom Jitters

5:39 PM

The O'levels are almost pver and I REALLY don't want to think about it anymore. It was MUCH tougher than I thought it would be and I am damn worried about my results but those worries are for later. For now, I'm worrying about Prom. Yes, that's right. I know that prom is supposed to be a ce;ebration and a relaxed and fun event. But whoever said that is totally lying. It is SO stressful finding a dress and and thinking what to do with your hair. I had the perfect prom in mind. Ever since I was young. I would have this gorgeous dress that would make me look really pretty for this one night in my life. And the dress would go so well with my hair that I miagined to be all long and silky-like.

However, a dream prom seems pretty far right now. I've gotten my dress on my mum's accord and my mum is practically forcing everything on me. But whatever, lah. I'm fine with it. It doesn't matter if the prom that I dreamed of can never be. And it doesn't matter if I don't look nice for that LAST moment before I seperate from my class and Anderson officially. No, I don't need to give a good and lasting impression on people.

Nah, it's okay. I'm good. I'll just feel better once prom is over. I won't have to stress over how I look and all that. And I can wear normal clothes. Not a long, floorlength, black & white strange prom dress that makes me look like I'm over dressed. I know that girls are supposed to be excited about their prom dress, but I find it really hard to when I can't pull off my prom dress and I don't look that great in it anyways. But it's cool. I can take it. It's just one night.

What's the big deal anyway?

Just 17 paces and none in return
17paces and my soul will burn.
That's all it takes
Everything's at stake
Do you dare to end the pain?
Do you dare to let go?
You won't deal with this again;
Down the hatchet you go!
17 paces and none ahead
17 paces and finally...
I'm dead.

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