Expectation is the root of all heartache.

Truer than true today.

Expectation: Today would be one of the best days of my high school career.
Reality: Probably one of the hardest. Definitely a low point.

Expectation: Tonight Blake and I would be going to Prom together.
Reality: I'll be going with a bunch of girls, or sitting at home.

Expectation: This would probably be the happiest day of my life. I would be feeling beautiful in my dress and Blake and I would dance the night away, things would be better than ever.
Reality: I'm sitting in bed in my sweats writing this lame blog post. Definitely not feeling very happy.

Sorry to be a debbie downer, but here is the DL. Blake and I broke up. So now I get a melodramatic blogpost that I really hope no one reads. Basically, Blake and I were closer than I've ever been with a boyfriend and I was extremely happy. Now, out of no where, it's over. I never knew how true everything about break ups is. Everything reminds me of him-- I cried listening to T Swift in the car for absolutely no reason other than we used to joke about her. I'm one of those pathetic girls I used to pity.
But, not for long, I promise! I am very sorry to blemish my blog with this ugly post but I just had to get it out of the way so I can move on. I'm going to make the very most of the rest of my senior year, mark my words.
For now I'm trying to remind myself not to cry because it's over, smile because it happened. HA, easier said than done my friends.