And if this is heaven, I'm gonna give hell.

So, my mom just came in and caught me on Facebook IM. She yelled at me like she did when I was 12 and she found my Myspace. She said that come Sept. 3rd (my 18th birthday), she's making me pay to use the computer. She said it completely seriously. In 12 hours We're going for her birthday to go and watch a couple of fucking horses run around in circles. It takes about 20 seconds but we're leaving 2 days early. We're going to be gone for 4. I'm missing my girlfriend and I's first prom together, Relay for Life, 4 tests in school, American Pie, and all the other fun things my friends are doing.
I haven't felt this low in such a long time. I hate the fact that this is happening. I don't want to fucking go. After all the shit she's put me through. When we get back, I'm not her kid anymore. Not if she's going to call me a failure, get my dad to yell at me, make me pay for the internet, make me HATE my life. No.

I don't want to leave. I want to see Kara again before I go, but she's home. I want a lot of stuff.

I need to go pack.

Some people need to learn who to trust, and that the rumor wasn't started by who they think it was.

Alright, Bye.