*Had church today. Hoco was yesterday. God... But it was nice outside. Nice and sunny.*
I went to my very first and last homecoming that I will ever attend in high school.
And let me tell you, I really wish I didn't go.
First of all, everyone in the gym was either grinding, twerking, or both.
And I felt so uncomfortable.
I was really out of my element here. I felt so awkward and out of place, so I don't think that I belong in party situations.
I don't know if it's just me, but I always feel this way.
Everyone is always having a good time, and then there's just me. I kind of just stand there.
I slow danced with one of my guy friends, and I SORT OF danced a little...
And no, just because I slow danced with a guy does not mean I'm interested in him.
If I feel something I'd say it.
Ugh. Speaking of feelings.
Tell me why I kept searching for someone at homecoming last night? Tell me why I thought he'd go to homecoming since it's his last year in high school?
I don't know why I kept looking for him.
Why was I looking for him?
I literally felt like Sherlock at the end of The Sign of Three.
I even left early because it was so bad.
*Exasperated sigh* Well.. Here's to a brand new week.
Perhaps I'll forget about the images I saw at homecoming.
I will never look at everyone the same again.
Pictures of hoco will be up soon though.