Bittersweet

IS prom was really good.


First and foremost, it's because of my sisters who made me feel quite good about myself by giving me a make-over. Without them, I'd have been a mess.


I got to talk to a lot of people and I didn't feel bored at all cause I had a lot of work and the performances weren't as bad as I thought it'd turn out to be.


Just the technical problems disrupted that evening. And a whole lot of misunderstanding.


I had to go up on stage twice to help with the lucky draw and the first time I did, my knees shook and I don't know if anyone saw them shaking and I still don't know if they shook because I was walking around in my heels for more than an hour or the fact that he was there in the crowd.


Needless to say, I did almost fall in my supremely high high heels once today.


On the stairs.


Luckily, I have good reflexes and I was pretty much unscathed for the rest of the evening.


At least I didn't trip on stage.


I feel so blessed cause I had the chance to talk to him and to clear all my doubts away.


I now know for sure that he isn't annoyed with me and he isn't pissed with me and that he doesn't mind me texting him anytime.


I even got to take a picture with him.


Somehow though, I don't feel really that ecstatic.


Instead, I feel a quiet sadness enveloping me.


I don't know why.


Initially, I thought this sadness came from my misunderstanding that he and one of his friends were hooking up but when Corn told me that this friend of his actually likes another guy, I still felt sad so this sadness didn't come from there.


It does hurt somehow.


And now my right hand hurts and so I shall sleep soon.