Torn Dreams

Prom. Every girl's dream. The perfect night with an awesome (maybe even perfect) guy. An entire night to be a princess.
Too bad mine won't be that way.
Three things over the past day have happened.
1) My makeup appt. got canceled.
2) Our transportation canceled on us.
3) My prom dress' zipper ripped.

And, to top it all off, my toes won't stay on. (I have fake toenails on right now...)

But, honestly, that's not even the worst of it.
My friend, or, well, I don't know what I consider him, and I got into a HUGE arguement. I blew up on him. Mount Vesuvius would have been proud (that's the one from Popeii).
See, he's moving next weekend. To Oregon. I'm never going to see him again, possibly. And for a second, I thought I wasn't going to miss him. But who am I kidding? Of COURSE I'm going to miss him. But he doesn't care. Today he claimed he never loved me. But for months, every time we talked, we exchanged "I love you"'s.
But now, he'll probably never talk to me again. And I care.