Okay so like I know this sounds REALLY dumb cause like everyone was SO happy for me and my dad even like clapped my back after dinner and said he was proud but like after everyone left I went back in the kitchen—and the fancy plates were still out—and I just ate some like leftover mashed potatoes and gravy like cold out of the pot. And it was just me. And I just felt—I don't even know. Just... weird. Like everyone went home and I was just there. And it's not like a big town, everyone knows everyone, so it's not like I can just... go somewhere else. It was just me and the cold potatoes. It just felt BAD.