Razielim's Journal

I'm a little stressed about the whole prom thing this weekend. I think I've got everything together except for a haircut or eyebrow wax (which I really need, by the way. Thanks to dad's genes). I guess I just don't want to go back to that horrid place looking like the same loser who left two years ago. I wonder who'll be there...and a better question...do I still have those leftover depression pills? Hell knows I'll be needing a few of those before seeing my old classmates again.

I got invited to Brittani's graduation party, but I'm not so sure I wanna go. It's a bit awkward that she invited me at all, considering we haven't talked for years (minus that one time on MySpace, but that doesn't count). She used to be my best friend growing up. Basically because she was the only girl on the cul-de-sac around my age. There was always some awkwardness when we hung out though. I was never really interested in her type of games. Plus I'd have to get her a present and then there's the strange feeling of trying to blend in with the crowd of people you don't even know. On the other hand...I'm a whore for free food...NO! I must...resist!