That was when parties were fun. I didn't know it then, but such times would never be experienced again... and now I'm depressed. Because now parties are just "OMG Blank1 and Blank2 were dancing!" or "look, it's a long disgusting line of grinding!" or "I'm upset because Blank1 didn't ask me out, except I'm not going to do anything about it because God help me if he were to know I like him! And there's no way I could possibly ask him out instead!"
Why does being asked out matter anyways? You don't do anything once it's happened. You just talk about 10% more than before. You wanna know why nothing happens? Because we're too busy being seventh graders and screwing over life.
Deal with this crap in high school. Seriously. Otherwise you'll realize that you've been f*cking yourselves over "love" since fifth grade. And try to enjoy parties more... rather than just worrying over who's gonna ask you to either dance or go out with.
Now I'm gonna get comments that piss me off... so I'll disclaim myself now. Speaking as an anti-social seventh grader, I am only stating what I see from my own point of view. Therefore, the only way you can take this post seriously is if you were me, which you're not, so obviously you shouldn't be taking this seriously.
I'm bored now, so I'll leave.