You Know What Sucks?

Spending days on end thinking about the perfect choreography combination to help your friend.

Freaking out almost every moment for minute details that they require to secure victory.

Text away your balance to make sure their needed items would be present for their performance.

Negotiate with security officers just in case the planned surprise would push through.

Screaming your head off to score them some audience impact points.

Going backstage trying to show some support.

Then once prizes have been given away,

go home alone in a public transportation vehicle at 11pm.. while they're wasting away in celebration.

(okay, so it's my fault anyway, i didn't want to go celebrate.. i was freakin tired.. and i didn't want to spoil their enthusiasm and fun.. stupid, stupid, stupid kat.. - at least they said thank you... not like somebody out there!!)