Finally finished this paper and my eyes are about to fall out of their sockets

11 pages. I’m a dumby. 

Prom weekend venting

• Everyone is spread out between three different beaches. 
• I’m not allowed to stay overnight at the same house as Rob. 
• I have no way of driving down the next morning. I am entirely car-less. Spending prom weekend at home, alone, hardly sounds like fun. 
• If I don’t go, Rob says he’s not going either and that will be a fight because he’s going to somehow make me feel guilty for having strict parents
• I don’t like 80% of people I’d be forced to spend time with at any of the beaches. 
• Why do I not have friends? 
• Also, how am I supposed to go down the shore (maybe), bake a cake, and study for finals? 

From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent or the fountain,
From the red cliff or the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed my flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view. 
~Edgar Allan Poe