#hoco2014

It's November 9th, 2014

*Had church today. Hoco was yesterday. God... But it was nice outside. Nice and sunny.*

I went to my very first and last homecoming that I will ever attend in high school. 

And let me tell you, I really wish I didn't go. 

First of all, everyone in the gym was either grinding, twerking, or both.

And I felt so uncomfortable. 

I was really out of my element here. I felt so awkward and out of place, so I don't think that I belong in party situations. 

I don't know if it's just me, but I always feel this way. 

Everyone is always having a good time, and then there's just me. I kind of just stand there. 

I slow danced with one of my guy friends, and I SORT OF danced a little...

And no, just because I slow danced with a guy does not mean I'm interested in him.

Like trust me. 

If I feel something I'd say it.

Ugh. Speaking of feelings. 

Tell me why I kept searching for someone at homecoming last night? Tell me why I thought he'd go to homecoming since it's his last year in high school?

I don't know why I kept looking for him.

Why was I looking for him?

I literally felt like Sherlock at the end of The Sign of Three.

I even left early because it was so bad.

*Exasperated sigh* Well.. Here's to a brand new week. 

Perhaps I'll forget about the images I saw at homecoming.

That's a lie though. 

I will never look at everyone the same again.

*shudders from disgust*

Pictures of hoco will be up soon though.

Hooray...