Promenade

aka Prom, is tomorrow. There is no more attempting to restrain times never ending hands. I want it to be magical. I want that passion to rise up again. I want to feel complete, overwhelming happiness. Why am I already feeling disappointed...

"everything will be just fine." I have to keep telling myself that. Today, Friday, was decent. Not as amazing as I proclaimed I wanted it to be, but it will do. I can do this. C'mon Megan, pull yourself together and do this, make it through the night. Re-unite the love you've lost.