Prom As i lie smelling of sweaty dress shoes and cheap hair spray, i can only try to remember a night that seems so distant. A night that could possibly be only part of my imagination. I am torn by the decision of sleep. If i choose to except the inevitable fate of the near future, i risk forgetting the small details. The smiles of the attention crazy over dressed teen girls. The exact degree of rotation on the over popular color wheel of spray tanning. The ringing in my ears from the overrated auto-tuned pop songs. And the smell of the over consumed, weak alcohol filling the mouths of my friends. As i looked around, i saw all of the kids that were normally walking the long, simple hallways of my public school. Kids that i had grown up with. Kids that i used to call friends. And now here i am. And there they are. We all meet again for this one night. This one night that they will never forget and one that i will never try to remember. Maybe it's just me. No. It IS just me. I'm not this type of person. But maybe i thought that going would change that. Maybe i thought, that if i interacted with "normal" teenagers in a "normal" situation, that that just might make me "normal." As i watched my date grinding up against what looked like a premature, gang banging, soulja boy, i realized that it didn't change anything. I'm still the same person. And i don't think i'll ever change. The only thing prom did, was help me realize that.
