Argh . . . So prom is like over and yeah, I had fun, but in reality . . . I'm not in some kind of way. . . No one danced me, well, because I left my partner for my friends (club songs) and I probably should have asked the guy I liked. I don't have the guts, you see, to just ask him to dance me. I like this classmate . . . and (the usual) likes another. Thinking he'll not ask her as his last dance, I keep my hopes up, until I hear him say "You know from long, long ago how I like you. So, will you be my last dance? Like ouch?! I'm like just sharing . . . but if you know how I feel and 'see' something like this??? What wil you do? Now . . . I DON'T LIKE HIM ANYMORE . . . I just learned to let go. And make way.