Homecoming

Yes, it's that time of year again. That time when girls spend an extra few minutes in front of the mirror, just so they might get a date for the dreaded event. Homecoming. Who's idea was it anyway to have girls be degraded by their boob size or weight. And it isn't only hard on the girls, but the guys too. They are so freaked to go alone that they will ask anyone, not even caring if they sound as if they are only asking to have a date. Which they do, and they are.

And yet, the day before, we all get butterflies in our stomachs and spend hours doing hair and makeup. It doesn't make sense and I expect it never will.

Pray that I make it through alive.

Always nervous,

Tay