Things I wanted to Say (but didn't)

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•Margo Rodrigo•

It was my Freshmen homecoming and I drank and smoked a little too much to feel good luckily my drunken face hidden behind a mask I was wearing thanks to my dear friend covid. I sat in my short tight blue dress that had to much glitter on it and my 3 inch white heels at a table that was pushed to the side in the dark where no one could see it staring into nothing. I got asked to HOCO but rejected it because I didn't know the dude. The real guy I wanted to asked me out who said he would ended up asking out his 8th grade sweetheart, pathetic. All her friends made fun of me for thinking he would choose me over her. They all slowly started to bully me because Little Miss 8th Grade Sweetheart couldn't get over her "man". They dated for 4 months before breaking up. All my friends were dancing on the dance floor without a care in the world with dates or just in groups . I see Miss. 8th Grade Sweetheart dance with Derek and it honestly hurts even though it shouldn't have. Did we talked for a couple months, yeah. Did He promised he'd ask me out, yeah. She is dancing with my friends and my date. I hope I'm to shit face to remember this in the morning. I pull out my phone and check it, it's half past 11 pm. I want to go home, I'm tried and out of it but a notification draws all my soberness I have left to try and snap myself together. The notification read

Snapchat • Ari_Brooks added You as a Friend

The Ariana Brooks added me as a friend? I smile to myself I haven't talked to her in almost 3 years, I wonder what she's up to. I snap her first. I wish I saw the snap and blocked you. For the next hour instead of enjoying my first and later to find out last HOCO or any school dance at all I was talking to her in the corner of this dark room filled with intoxicated teens dancing to a cheap DJ that was actually the schools custodian. I loved every minute of it. For a second in my life everything was gone. The loud music that once blasted through the room sending vibrations through my body, the stroke lights and fog machines that made my eyes itchy, (although it could just be the drugs) and the voices just stopped. You replied within seconds and from that time on we never stopped talking. We send voice messages back and forward. Had Snapchat streaks and even planned on hanging out again soon. It was all so simple, where did it begin to fall apart?