Can't Take It

I'm not happy.

Well that's a lie.  I'm completely happy when I'm around James.  When he's near me every feels like it'll be ok.  But when he's gone I'm miserable.  It's mostly because of my mom.  She's being a bitch. 

It's about the winter formal thing.  I told her we were going to go downtown to a club afterwards.  She said that I couldn't go because I was only 16 and that I would be presented with "situations" that I wouldn't be able to deal with.  The only "situation" I would be facing is having fun for a change.  But now I'm forced with the situation of being the first one to leave, again.

I need to go punch something. Hopefully I'll write later.