At the Ball, I felt... well... disappointed. I was looking forward to talking to him, making something up. And I thought I had a chance, hah. Never mind to that thought. He was kissing another girl. At first I was upset. I got teary eyed and I just wanted to cry. I didn't though. Then I wanted to make him jealous. I didn't though. And then I realized.. fuck that. He doesn't want me, it's fine. I still like him, but I there's nothing I could do or was willing to do to get him to look at me. I wasn't stooping that low. So here's where I am. I'm happily independent. I think.