I’m never alone

This week is already starting out great. My friend Aiden asked me to prom earlier, and now I just don’t know what to do. I said yes, of course, but what now? Dress? Ticket? When do those even go on sale? Where is prom even going to be? I always thought they did it at school just like homecoming, but my mom said her senior prom was at a hotel, so is ours somewhere fancy like that too? I guess that explains why it’s so much more expensive than homecoming.

I’m so excited. I wasn’t even expecting him to ask. We were just talking about how his mom really wanted him to go and how he didn’t want to go alone. I didn’t either because I went to homecoming alone and regretted it within the first five minutes. Walking around alone at a dance, where everyone has either a group of friends or a date, is not only awkward but embarrassing. I ended up sticking around my friend’s ex boyfriend, which was slightly less awkward than being alone, but still awkward. I ended up leaving early anyway. I’m glad this time won’t be like that. I was starting to entirely back off the idea of going to prom in the first place considering I couldn’t find anyone, not even a group of girls, to go with.

Anyway, last week was spring break, though we got all four seasons of weather. It was like winter break, then fall, and then summer and spring. It was awesome. I went out of town the first weekend with my friends, and we had a blast. Sara and I pretty much stuck together the whole time, but we had other friends there as well. Then, I worked 6:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. all week at the elementary school by my house for my volunteer hours. It was really cool because the little kids are alright, and I had recess and snack time and it really makes you remember the good times of your childhood. Then it sucked because of the hours, and kids really wear you out chasing them around all day long. I pushed all of my homework off until the last two days and I’m happy to say I got the majority done, though not all of it.

I guess all that’s left is Zach…. That whole thing’s over now, and it’s never going to work out. I guess I saw it coming, but losing faith in someone and something you spent so much time believing in really is a heartbreak without all the extra feelings. It was alright at first, then it just progressively got worse for a while, but thankfully I’ve got the greatest friends in the whole world, and we all love each other. I don’t need a boy like that to keep my spirits up. I just heard this song called “A Little Bit Stronger” by Sara Evans, and it’s exactly how I feel. For some reason, music is always what I’ve connected with. I guess that’s the same for a lot of people, but when I know other people can relate I always feel better. I’m never alone.