Then came home, asked certain someone to prom, and was delayed rather than rejected, since said someone didn't want to go to another high school prom, but would go with me if I still couldn't find someone else later. Much better, you would say, than a no. I laugh.
I was majorly spazzing about this, and realized that I'd let the relationship angst that had been hovering over my head since last spring get the better of me. This then led to a serious conversation with David that ended in me crying for a good five minutes. It may be cathartic to tell someone, but right now it hurts like a bitch.
Much work to do, and maybe now I'm calm enough to do it now, I think. But I need more chocolate.