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This week is the last week I can buy tickets for prom.
I want to go. I'm a senior, it'll be my last chance.
But the tickets are $45 a piece. So it'd be 90 if I bought James's.
Then the dress, another 200 (give or take.)
That's 300 dollars and I haven't even thought about diner or food.
And James would have to stay here for the weekend.
And apparently my mom can't have that.

So here it is. Prom. Biggest day of my senior year.
It cost too much, I can't make a decision, and I don't want James down here feeling awkward because my mom, for some reason, doesn't approve. That won't be a fun weekend for either of us.

I'm broke, I'm sick of everything, I miss James. I wish decisions were easier to make.
I wish my mom would approve. Any approval of some sort would be refreshing from a disapproving mother.

I can't ask my parents for money. That would be too much to ask of them. Which means I'm not going to prom. What a lovely night this will turn out to be.