The dance.

Well, I went to the dance.
No duh. Like I wouldn't go!
I have really weird feeling in my stomach.
You know that feeling when you are really scared about something?
Like you are about to drop straight down 100 feet?
That feeling.
I totally messed up.
My story:
I didn't ask the guy I like to the dance.
I know for a fact that one girl (who is waaaay prettier than me) asked him, and he said no.
So, I didn't want to risk rejection.
This guy is the type who would make stupid sarcastic comments about it for the rest of my life.
So I didn't ask him.
He didn't even come.
...
Anyways, so I went to the dance.
No duh. Like I wouldn't go!
It was a lot of fun.
For like the first 15 minutes.
Then, I accidently told a guy who I liked.
Oops.
After that, he was very distant and was kind of depressed for the rest of the night.
I put two and two together, and made four.
Right now, I am REALLY hoping that 2+2 equals five or someting.
THEN Angel followed me around all night and tried to confess his love.
Ashley, we are in the same boat.
Then I kind of started to like someone else.
Then I really started to like him.
I am so hopeless.
Then, a rumor I heard about someone liking me was confirmed.
So, in the end, I had a pretty weird night.
It was scary.
I felt really bad.

I still do.
And today, I went onto squidfeathers and read about everyone elses experience.
I realized that I am so stupid.
Right now, I am banging my head agaisnt the keyboard.
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So yeah.
I am having trouble pressing the PUBLISH POST button. I'm scard that someone will see it.
Oh well.
Everyone should know what I am thinking.
...
Or maybe they shouldn't.
Maybe it will hurt someone all over again.
Like when I accused them of liking my best friend. (Sorry Joel, I'm stupid.)
So... sigh.
(halfhearted) chou