"I got convinced to go to homecoming without a date by my 'friends' in my sophomore year of high school after getting ditched by my homecoming date freshman year. Everyone told me that going with friends would be a lot better than going on a date and that I would have way more fun than last time, so I decided to take a chance and go.

The plan was to get dressed by a specific time, wait until my friend's parents come to pick me up, go out for a nice dinner, then go to the homecoming dance. I got dressed at the time I was supposed to, let my friends know I was ready and waited… for hours. I texted and called every single person that was a part of my homecoming group letting them know I was ready and not a single person responded.

I remember sobbing about it in the backseat of my dad's car, who took me to McDonald’s 30 minutes before the dance started because he felt bad and didn’t want me to go hungry. After I ate, he drove me to the dance and as I get out of the car and start walking towards the line to get into the building, still wiping tears from my eyes, I see the same group I was supposed to be with right in front of me.

I went up to them and asked why no one bothered to respond to my messages and they pretty much responded with 'Oh. Sorry.' And split off from me the second we got inside the building.

That was about five years ago but I still remember it like it was yesterday. People suck."

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