So at the beginning of summer I wanted a sleepover. We planned it for weeks ahead and I was so excited!
About five or six days before that, they said I can't go because we were going to the mountains.
"Oops, I forgot. My bad."

And now I wanted to spend the night. We had it planned for only one day but k was still excited because I would finally get to have a bit of fun!
My mom, two hours before I go-
"I think you should stay here tonight."

And I know it's a really stupid and spoiled thing to be upset about, I know that. I just thought maybe I could let myself have fun. Hope that it would go though. I actually believed she might let me do something fun.

Stop telling me that hope is a good thing.