Prom

Shit, I'm tired.

It was wonderful. The decorations were stunning. We ate and were merry.
At Grand March of course someone was behind me that kept my gaze facing forward so I wouldn't stare. Aly looked beautiful.
I hated being gay at prom. It made everything feel very awkward. This may be why I had the dream I had. The one I cant get out of my head. The one where the girl whom I mention quite frequently told me that I was the absolute most disgusting person on the earth for being gay and liking her.
We came home at one thirty, ate and began watching Walk Hard. We've seen it once in theatre. We saw maybe fifteen minutes last night before we were sleeping. Then again this morning when we woke for the first time, we saw about fifteen minutes before we had gone back to sleep. But it was wonderful to just sleep like we were, tangled in eachother's limbs.