Someday, somewhere, somehow I want to make a difference,  I want to change things, I want to change the conversation, I want to wake people up to themselves, I want to wake us up.  I want something to change.

So prom happened last night and the boy I lovelovelove obviously went with his girlfriend and I went to Chipotle with some friends and went to bed early so I could get up at FIVE AM today to go to my first day of work at the bakery.  So now I’m looking at the facebook pictures and I’m surprisingly bummed.  There’s always next year though.  

I hate grades.  I despise them.  And I work so hard for them.  

That there was a person out there that would love me and know me and be my one big and true love.  I don’t think he’s out there anymore.  And that thought sort of sucks, but it sucks less than waiting for my boy when he’s not going to come.