I don't want to be here. I have the flu. The body aches, cold sweats, headache, running nose, cough.. It never ends. I hate being sick. My mom threatened to kill me this morning if I "didn't get up out of bed and go the fuck to school." She told me I deserve to be sick after staying at my boyfriend's house until midnight last night. We weren't at his house. We were out shopping for a formal-type outfit for my pictures tomorrow. Sometimes I really hate my mom. She's such a goddamn bitch to me. And then, before she left to take my brother to school, she came upstairs and gave me medicine and felt my head and kissed me on the cheek and told me to be careful in the rain and that she didn't want to loose me. I swear my mom has lost it. One minute she's bitchy and the next, she's all loving. I don't get it. Apparently Jeff and I are engaged. He said that's what he meant for the ring to be. An engagement ring. Here I've been calling it a promise ring. We don't have a date yet, but, we'll see. I want to make sure he's happy with me first before I go around calling him my "fiance" and telling people we're "engaged". I'm happy, but, is he? Does he really want to spend that one and only special day with me? I don't know. Comments, please.