That's right, I have to follow through with my previos post.
Fuck everyone. Just like Jonathan said. Fuck Taylor, fuck prom, fuck it all.

I seriously asked both my parents if Jonthan could come in may.
Both of their answers were yes.
My mom loves me, and knows I am not stupid, can take care of myself, and will make the right decisions. She is down for me driving back to Matagorda with Jonathan in my car. She said it sounds like an adventure and so much fun.
My dad hates me, and doesn't want me to do anything but hang out with him and take him to the gulf of mexico. He is selfish, drunk, and played drums in my face when I yelled at him to stop, and that I have no reason to go to prom, but still a pretty dress to wear to the event I am not going to. I screamed I yelled I cried, I was histerical.

Thank god for Jonathan, though. He didn't say anything, he literally just listened to me cry and sniffle.
It was really calming, I wasn't mad at him for saying nothing at all. I felt totally sober.
It was a good thing. I hope he's like that in person. I truly think only good things can come of this.
Especially since my parents are okay with it. I did tell them he's 25, but 27 isn't far off from that number.
My mom knows I talk to him all night. She also said I know more about him than I do taylor.

Which was made obvious when Taylor texted me around 7 and said his parents told him he could not go to prom because he was too old. Too old. He is 20. 20 years old. He is exactly two years older than I am. Two years constitutes for nothing. He can't do anything I can't do at 20 years old. When I called him, he did sound quite distraight and did say "I am so sorry Connie," but of course that does not make up for the 190$ spent on the dress and accessories, and the shit he said how happy he was how excited he was making me. He probably knew that fucking night. That's probably why it was so fucking weird. He probably felt like a dick for telling me "its your prom, girl!" and that we would have so much fun and eat out. He was making it all up, I'll bet you. I don't want to hang out with him ever again. I don't want to get to know him. He will lie to me about everything. Especially doing things that will make me smile. Except, of course, the only thing that we have in common since we can both stay awake until 1am, and go for three hours straight. Fuck him. I took a pregnancy test today, just to prove to myself, and I'm not fucking pregnant. I am glad I am on birth control though because Jonathan is coming. He's actually worthy of me though. He fucking tells me that sex ruins relationships, and that he would rather just hold my hand and talk to me and hug and kiss when he gets here. He said he would really like to wait a while, since we aren't completely going out or anything since he doesn't live here. He wants to fucking wait, he's fucking 27 and he has more of a moral conscious than Taylor does. Taylor is an idiot. I will kill him with his own 24 carrot gold shotgun.
He made me cry so hard I can't remember being that angry, except for when my dad would NOT allow me to drive away, and I fell on the ground, kicked the stair casing, and threw Erik's wristband off and told myself I'm not worthy enough to know him.

My mom is so mad at Taylor.
She will love Jonathan, though.
He reads, he can spell, and he types faster than I do... correctly.
May 15th, here I come. :]

I'm staying home tomorrow to write my Senior paper.
I have to graduate, just like he said. Most important.
Cece stopped texting me at lunch time. She probably
knew that Taylor was going to tell me what he did,
and she didn't want any part of it. I would believe it.
But I won't be there tomorrow, I wonder if she will wonder
why I am not at school. I hope not. I love her. I don't want
her to feel bad, because it's not her fault... but I am still
going to go over there periodically. I love Cece, julia, their mom and dad.
They're almost my family, you know? Taylor will fucking owe me.
I hope he doesn't talk to me again.
I won't fucking talk to him.