This could be your sick love song.

I've had that Motley Crue song stuck in my head ever since this afternoon. Seriously.

So, prom is next weekend. I'm really excited about it. Kellie and I are getting our nails done together Friday, and we're getting our makeup done together Saturday. I wish it was this weekend. I'm just looking forward to it so much. Anna's having an 'after-prom party' Saturday night...after prom, haha. I asked her (out of obligation, since she's my best friend) if she and Stephen would like to come to Olive Garden with me and John and Kellie and Joe before prom, but she didn't hesitate to tell me that she wanted it to be "just them" that night. But I'm glad Kellie will be there when we go to the party. It'll make it easier on me. I think she and I have become really close this year, and I really value our friendship. She's a lot like me, and I guess that's why we get along so easily. And if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have a female best friend anymore because Anna has pretty much left me behind all because of Stephen. I mean, I love Anna to death and I would do anything for her, but really, that hurts. And it's not that Kellie's replacing Anna. Kellie just knows how to balance out having a boyfriend and having a best friend. Plus, Kellie's boyfriend is social, and he actually gets along with my boyfriend. So that's a huge bonus. Stephen just...ugh. No comment.

Anyway, next week will probably be a great week. Just as long as my parents will stay off my back about school. My mom will not stop nagging me about my math grade, even though I'm in the process of fixing it. She keeps hinting that I'm some kind of failure because I let one grade fall. She keeps telling me she's disappointed in me. But I told her tonight that being two years ahead of everybody else my age is finally catching up to me. Skipping a grade and being younger than everybody else hit me harder this year than it ever has. I finally feel like I shouldn't be a senior - like I shouldn't be 16 in a class full of 18-year-olds who are making good grades and getting ready to go off to college. I think sometimes my mom forgets that.

I miss John. We don't get to do anything anymore. We're always working or school gets in the way. And ever since Friday night, my parents have been super strict because of my math grade and they won't let me see him. It feels like it's been forever since we've had lunch at my house and just had the afternoon to chill. And now every time we are together it's like we're constantly busy. Always going somewhere. Always doing something. Always on the go. It just feels like everything's rushed these days. I hate it. Oh, and tomorrow - well, technically today - makes 8 months that we've been together.

Anyway, I was talking to him on AIM, but he's playing some game so he's not really talking to me anymore. I'm definitely going to bed.

Goodnight.