I figure I can be frank. It's my journal, and no one of importance reads it anyway. Not that you guys aren't important. . . Just. . . yeah, whatever. So, my plan was to ask Corey to prom today. And it was going well. Apparently, he wanted to go with me and was simply waiting for me to ask him. How true that is, I am not sure, but still. So I was more than ready, and then Cynthia fucked it up. Details aren't important. But now I am not so sure I want to ask him anymore. Sad that a comment would completely change my mind about him, but it did. I am really upset. As if I wasn't terrified of his friends enough, just the thought of him being rude or malicious makes me so firghtened I don't even want to talk to him. I could not picture him saying anything mean. And I'm sure he didn't mean for it to sound that way, but that's how I interpreted it, and I was very hurt. And still am. I do really still want him to come with me. I would like to be given the opportunity to get to know him better. Hopefully that has not been lost already. It's just such a messy situation. And to top it all off, a past flame has been somewhat rekindled, and it is enough to make me want to weep. I hate relationships. Why can it all just be simple, damnit? Eloquently written, no?