For some odd reason going to the mall always fill me with so much nostalgia for my prom dress (because I had to starve myself for a few days to fit into it and I think it’s one of the few dresses I own that really sums up my personality.) I definitely have a tendency of romanticizing past events. But, I think this was one of the weirdest, ridiculous, and (kind of) nights that I’ve had, despite the fact that I did not have a date (which is another story entirely and because boys are assholes and whatever) and that the décor looked like a second-rate bar/bat mitzvah. Also, I have no idea why I’m posting this.