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I, with my at-the-time boyfriend who took my at-the-time best friend to homecoming, would beg to differ.
But hey, that betrayal hookup is what made me leave my podunk town and move to Hollywood where I got to befriend my favorite musicians and take up my love of motorcycles, so now when I go back to visit my folks the old classmates who ring me up at Walmart think I’m the coolest thing since slice bread.
Seriously OP, high school sucks. Focus on doing what you love and being the coolest “you” you can be (by your own definition of the word) and you’ll look back at this night in 5 years and laugh.