People Suck
I got convinced to go to homecoming without a date by my “friends” in my sophomore year of high school. Everyone told me that going with friends would be a lot better than going with 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, 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 every single person that was a part of my group, letting them know I was ready.
Not a single person responded. Then something in me broke. I remember sobbing about it in the backseat of my dad’s car when he took me to McDonald’s 30 minutes before the dance started. He felt bad and didn’t want me to go hungry. People suck. Story credit: Reddit/Hernando825