Everything about prom was absolutely wonderful. And the closest to perfect that any prom could ever be. It's strange. I went into this prom thinking that I've already been through all of that shit. The bad food, the dancing that eventually turns into dry fucking on the dance floor, and the pictures that somehow end up embarrassing you. But this time was so much more than just that. It was the perfect slow dance to a depressing song that managed to become abuse, and trash talking that ensued bonding with a friend that I haven't been able to talk to in a while, ending with a non-breakfast and falling asleep in the back of your van. And so much more.
So I had this dream that it was graduation. And I was wearing a bikini underneath. What does this mean?
Kelsey Rae
