singular dreamer

I hate to sound like Mrs. Grinch all the time, but today truly sucked.

Well, except for seeing Prince Caspian- William Moseley's HOT.
And getting my period, which I'VE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY TO GET, LET ME TELL YOUUUUU. Geez, what a scare.

I went to Starbucks this morning and tried using my debit card, but it was declined. I was like, "Oh shit." I checked my account online and found out that I was out of money and in fact $130 in debt due to fees.
The saddest part is that it's completely my fault for never keeping up with my account.
And my mother was, of course, mad. Now she wants to start this financial budgeting plan with me (aka, giving me money to survive), and I'm like, "I don't want you and Dad to be my life-support forever. I don't want to have to depend on you guys for absolutely everything. You've already given me a bed and food, and you don't make me pay rent." Because I know how my mother works- she wants me to rely on them so I don't leave, since I'm her last child.
I graduate high school tomorrow, and I don't know how to deal with this for real being an adult stuff. I want to grow up so badly, but I'm already screwing over finances big time. Do I have no choice but to let my parents baby me until college is over?

The other heart-breaking news is that Mike Griffith is in ICU at Venice Hospital. According to Sara, he slipped and fell on Mon, broke some bones and cracked his head. He doesn't remember anything. He's apparently made some improvement since yesterday, but he still thinks he's married from 10 years ago and doesn't remember the theatre, anything. He's my "Poppa", but he doesn't remember that.
Please pray/send thoughts/good vibe to Mike.