Fisticuffs

Today has been one of those days where I swear the world is against me. Nothing about this day has been good. Tonight, my friends have all gone to see Boyce Avenue in Bristol, I didn't have money for a ticket and by the time I did there was no space in the car. This Friday is the Sixth Form Summer Party which I can't go to due to work. People keep asking what I'm wearing and it just gets so annoying when you keep having to tell people that no, you will not be there.
      Next Wednesday is my best friend's birthday and she told me that she'd be having a party on the Saturday, so I was dead excited because I was going to make her an awesome birthday cake in the day and then take it over for her in the night. But now my other friend is working on the Saturday so she's switched it to the Friday....and I'm working that day. I could go over in the night but I finish at 10pm and I have work experience in the day too, meaning I'll be working 12 hours in total, then going to a party where everyone else will already be drunk and I'll just be knackered. I don't want to be annoying and tired when I get there so I'm not going. I'm actually really upset about it, but there we are, shit happens. She's asked me to go out to dinner on the Wednesday instead which I guess is okay.
      And now I feel sick, my head hurts and I actually feel like crying, which is quite unusual for me seeing as I usually go in a rage. I hate wanting to cry because I feel stupid. My mother keeps telling me that there's no need to worry or get upset but I can't help it. I want to be there with my friend for her 17th birthday party and I can't. And it sucks.