anger and stress, but mostly anger

Teenagers are unreliable. They say one thing and mean another. They make a promise to without much intention to keep it. They keep best friends to hate them the next week. And they claim to be one thing, to contradict themselves the next moment. I don't know if this is just teenagers or people in general. But if that is the case, then I am slowly forming into a misanthrope.

I AM TIRED OF THIS.

Within the last week, this has become more apparent to me. Why? Because I am trying to plan a limo for our winter formal.
Being the type- A, annoyingly overachiever, micro mangaging person I am, I basically took over this project. It has been 2 weeks in, and I am mentally exhausted from trying to keep track of those I include and those I crossed off. (Well actually over a month, if you include the weeks where I have been trying to get a solid group together) Making plans over unsure statements is impossible, it is like asking for failure. However, I have done this (without knowledge, of course) at least 6 times in a week. I've come to realize this is due to the company I keep:
My friends love to give me answers that can be misinterepreted and then interpeted, just to be interpreted wrongly once more. They love the idea of fun without thinking of the planning that is incorporated when one tries to have this fun. They love the idea of things for free in a capitalist country. They love the idea of "things falling into place" without the lift of a finger for a small text or a simple phone call that is crucial. But no matter how much they love these things, they need to realize it will never happen.

So once more, I am planning everything. No matter how much I try to avoid this, I am back in the same rut. I probably wouldn't care much about their plans if they were not so intertwined with my own.

I am tired. After 2 weeks of hectic phone calls, never- ending lists of names on faded post it notes, and missed reality television, we still do not have the limo. Nor do I have all the money for the limo. My friends need to wake up, help, and realize that I cannot plan everything in the world. They need to realize that I am not on their schedule or budget, but I am abiding by my own. After all, it is MY credit card, MY time, and MY ENERGY that is being used, not their own. So if I recieve one more text full of false empathy and apologies, claiming that they cannot be apart of the limo, or a suggestion of a name of someone who I don't enjoy to be included in our limo; or one more call while I am calmly doing my history homework about the fee and when it is due, I will explode.
I will turn off my phone, join someone else's limo on my own, and return all the money I have to my "friends". Because, I am not a mother, a teacher, a limo service, or a computer. I will no longer supply every plan and place and detail to my "group". Because I am simply tired.