prom.

I hate prom.

I hate the glitter.

I hate the fluff.

I hate the cheesy love songs.

I hate prom kings/prom queens.

I hate how people tell me "it's not a big romantic deal, it's just a dance" when their boyfriend's have already asked them.

I hate it when I think I might have that miniscule glimmer of hope of getting asked when in reality, no guy wants to date me.

I hate the sour pang I get in my stomach when all my friends sit and chat about what color their dresses are going to be, where they are getting their nails done, if they should wear heels or not.

I hate hearing "Boys, don't forget to get your dates for prom!" over the morning announcements, as if they have forgotten about prom all together.

I hate downcasting my eyes and wringing my hands when I say "no" when I've been questioned if I've been asked to prom or not.

I hate the consuming feeling of jealousy that I can't do nothing about until this stupid dance is over.