I’ll tell you this has been a hard year for me. This made me question everything… who I am, what I like, what I’m all about. So thank you for reminding me. This is not me. I hate proms! I do. I’m sorry, but I really do. They’re all about conformity and popularity and all these things I really detest. All I wanted recently was to fit in and I tried really hard. I mean, look at me! I paid good money, real human earth dollars to have some foul smelling, orange chemicals sprayed on my body to the approximate affects of sun damage. I have pieces of god knows what kind of toxic plastic superglued to my fingernails and these shoes are hideously, hideously painful! At this moment I’m telling you, I can’t for the life of me feel my toes and i want to feel my toes. So maybe I am a freak, but that is better than being some weird zombie prom-loving loser. I don’t know exactly who I am, but I do know who I’m not. I am no prom queen.