My parents really piss me off.

And I mean really.

Honestly, Why can't they just be happy that I got accepted to two of the colleges of my choice, I'm applying for Scholarships, did ok grade wise last semester, and let me be 17 going on 18. No, they want me to work more and more and more and more and more and more. I DO NOT WANT TO WORK MORE THEN 15 HOURS A WEEK. Nope, they want me to not hang out with the boyfriend, talk to my friends, and be able to relax. Nope, that is unacceptable. And they wonder why I always run away to John's house half the time. Huh, I wonder..

My mom doesn't stop nagging. Can't be happy that I got accepted. Nope, now her new thing is telling me that they can take away my acceptence if I screw up. Well, guess what. I'M NOT A FUCKING SCREW UP  so they won't take away my acceptence. I will get the money from the fucking scholarships. I will be in debt still, but what college student isn't? That's what I thought like 98% of them.

What ever.

I'll be done with this place when August decides to come around. Then, I'll be in a dorm.

Have yourself a

Merry little Christmas 

I hate how the nights I happen to work, also happen to be the nights I also have the most homework possible.

And those are also the nights my printer decides to be a douche bag on me and break and print out gibberish and not want to work. And only to find out that my father is in too intense of a game of Monopoly on the computer to allow me to use their's for like two minutes to print something.

Life is so lame. I just want to quit. I'm nothing but a big bitchy bitch all the time anyways. I'm like no fun to be around because I'm so stressed out.

It's nights like this where I'm like yelling at John on the phone because I'm freaking out over my homework that I wonder, why the hell he still puts up with my crap.

Ah! And now I just remembered that I forgot to take my medicine. YAY! I'm an hour late. So my body is going to be fucked up for like another week. I just love being a girl I swear. Hahahaha. Sarcasm much?

I sent in all of my college applications. No more needing to worry about getting those in. All I need to do is find money to pay for college and then getting at least one acceptence letter and I'm set. So you'd think I'd like not be as stressed out that I have the major thing out of the way huh? WRONG! I've got like ten million more like stress related feelings in me. I'm going to explode. YEE! EXPLOSION!

Just give me some fucking xanax already.

I really just love neurologists. I love the fact that they never have openings for like a million months. And that you have to wait like four months before you can get in and see them. Then, in the mean time, while you're falling behind in school, overwhelmed by life, crying in pain because none of the so called miracle drugs that they have given you are working like they have promised to. So you stay home from school like usual. On the phone with many doctors. All day, back and forth. Playing phone tag pretty much. Trying to get ahold of Doctor A to see if they agree with Doctor B. Finally, after 5 hours of nonsense, they agree upon a new freaking drug for you to try. Only, for them to call it into your pharmacy, the one that your mother works at mind you. And the pharmacist and your mother then decide after you spent many hours and made your headache much larger by being bothered by all this nonsense...that they don't feel this is the right drug for you. And by this point in time, it is far too late to call the doctor back until tomorrow.

Bull-freaking-shit.

Why can't I just turn 18 so they can shove some Imitrex down my throat and call it a day? I doubt that since I'm like 5 months away from turning 18 my heart it going to suddenly stop beating.

Oh, and to top it all off. Then my counselor e-mails me. Telling me that our school district doesn't belive that Chronic Migraines are considered as a serious medical condition to be filed under a student 504 medical plan.  Has the district looked at my freaking grades and how far behind I am again this year? Seriously. This game has gone on long enough. And I'm more then sick of it. Chronic Migraines not a serious medical condition my ass.

If it was like humanly possible to get brain transplants or something, and they were experimenting, I'd say sign me up without even having to think about it.

And apparently I have to go get even more blood work done about something about my hormone levels? Being a girl really isn't in my favor right now. Not at all. I seriously don't like my uterus that much anyways, take it from me, I don't care anymore. Just get rid of the damn headaches, that's all I want. Hell. That's all I've ever wanted for the past five years!

So now I'm sitting here trying to play catch up. I've got like a week's worth of algebra homework to get caught up on. Reading out the wazoo to get caught up on. Sports Medicine test on Wednesday that I have yet to begin to review for, and I have to work tomorrow from 4:30 till 9:30, so when am I going to have time to study since I'm going to have to stay after school and talk to my Econ teacher to understand what the heck I've missed the past couple of days of class.

I seriously can feel the stress building up.

Where's one of those stress balls when you need them?