Prom

Okay, so nearly six months ago, I was extremely lucky to find an awesome girlfriend. She’s beautiful, smart, funny, caring, the lot. But, she has a few major shortfalls. One: she can’t deal with my depression or bi-polar very well at all. Two: she shuts down when I try to talk to her (I.E. she tries incredibly hard to either swap topic or turn it into something else) and three: she doesn’t like the fact that I smoke (she fucking hates it more than I hate me).
Anyways, I very rarely see her these days because her schoolwork is absolutely ridiculous. She’s only in year 11 (second last year of high school) and she does more schoolwork over the week than I am awake. I asked her if she wanted to come to my year 12 formal (prom, I’m Australian) and she initially said yes. Then, she said she didn’t know because she didn’t ask her nazi of a mother. And now, it turns out that my formal is held during her yearly exams for year 11 (year 11 only lasts 1 and a half semesters, or about 30 odd weeks) and she told me that she needs to study. She’ll be awake later studying the night before an exam than she would if she came with me, and I would have loved it. One, for it would be a huge fuck you to all the cunts that gave me shit during school, and two, I never thought I’d live long enough to get a girlfriend who I could fall in love with, or attend my year 12 formal. I’ve somehow managed both, and I’ve dreamed about sharing it with her ever since I realised I might have something to live for. Is that meant to sting as much as it does? And what am I meant to do? It’s not like I can be like “I love how you always stand me up because you have schoolwork, but could you please come to my formal because it means an awful fucking lot to me?”
Best part is that I knew her answer would be no the instant I asked.