So I fit in my dress perfectly now (thank god for walking home everyday), I'm curling my hair for example for tomorrow (success) and a friend is going to do my make up. My sister was supposed to do it, it's all still undecided. I have everything for tomorrow. Weird part is, I'm excited when I've always hated dances. Seriously, A L W A Y S hated them.
I never liked when someone encouraged me to go to dances. I'll go if I want to. I never liked dressing up. I'd have to want to. I never liked when someone encouraged me to dance. I'll never want to. And I hate all of that.
This time, I want to go to the dance, I want to dress up, I want to go with my wonderful date, but I will not dance.
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