had a choir thing, put on a prom dress, had a party, got drunk, had fun, cried a little, called my ex-boyfriend (WHY DO DRUNK PEOPLE DO THAT???) and then passed out around 8AM. it was beautiful. ...that;s a sarcastic lie. well, the night was fun. there were way more happy times and fucking hyllarious times then there were bad ones, but i was just
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