So, like, wanna go to Prom?

High school. 4 tortureous years, drenched in loneliness, angst and depression. Something I never wish to repeat. Amidst the teenage awkwardness, there’s supposed to be a night of freedom, a time of youthful revelry. This so-called Prom.

A lot has happened in 10 years, and I’ve gained the ability to put the past where it belongs and live life fully. So, when these opprotunities to dredge up the past arise, it becomes a challenge to face my life nose to nose.

So, I did it.
I went to Prom.
But this time, I could dance.

–SnoopyKiss wants to give props, where props are due: Thanks Hannah, for starting this, Clint for hosting myself and Heather, and Nate and all others for organizing this great weekend!