What do you do with a Klondike bar?

It is official. I no longer have a social life. According to my mom, I have to stay home and do homework like a good little girl. When I finish my homework? Start reading the textbooks, make it so that I am ten chapters ahead of everyone else. Finished the textbooks? Look back on my notes. Done looking back? Memorize each word and symbol and picture and spaces and notes and sounds. Done memorizing? Restart the cycle. DUH!
I can't go out on weekends anymore. Nope not at all. Yesterdays homecoming was the last time I will ever have fun. At least that is what mom wants. I can't even go to church anymore. Why go to church when I could be studying? Why talk to friends when I could be and should be doing homework? Why sit around and relax for ten seconds when I could be sitting at my desk, breaking down, going mad, and bawling about what I want to be doing? The only times I am allowed to go out are when I have SAT class or violin lessons.
SAT classes from 10:00am to 3:30pm? Sure! Why not? Let's add a math class! Now it could be 10:00 to 5:00! Now that we have Saturday all worked out, let's work on Sunday. Okay okay. Sunday you can sleep until 12:00 or 1:00. Hmm...that sounds nice. Not bad. Not bad at all. Wake up, eat lunch, do work or study until 5:00, go to violin lessons, come home at 6:00, eat, work and study until 8:00 or 9:00, go shower, oh look I still have time to cram in some more studying, study, study, get yelled at about how messy and irresponsible I am, study study, get a lecture about what is right and what is wrong, study, get told that I should be studying everday and every hour, every minute, every second of my life, study, study some more, get yelled at because it is 11:00 and I am supposed to be asleep already, so I have energy to study some more, tomorrow, again, crawl into bed, about to fall asleep, mom comes in, whispers or shouts or just says in my ear, "you have to study and be a good girl, I know you want to have fun, I want you to have fun too, but you need to make school and SATs your priority, I love you, right now you have to try your best, be the best, be the smartest, you don't need to go out with friends all the time, you don't need to talk to you friends that much, you have to study, you have to make it into a good school, I want the best for you."
I know she wants all the best for me, but I am going insane! Each time I hear her voice, or anyone's voice I want to rip my hair out, grab something and rip it apart, smash my face into the wall, scratch at my arms until I bleed, scream and curse at everyone and everything, break things, and get a gun shoot everyone until all the bullets in the world are gone. Sometimes, even thinking about these things makes me want to do something horrible.
On another note. My mom is going over to my neighbors right now, and thanking them for calling the police when they thought someone was going to break into our house. How nice. Except it is a bit more complicated than that. Haha. "Thank you for worrying about us and calling the police. It was very nice of you." But this happened how many days ago? Oh well. Ho hum. What can I do? What can I say to everyone to make things better? How can I make it so everyone is satisfied? Why can't I make it so everyone is happy? Why can't things work out for everyone, including me? Why is it that everything I do leads to something worse? What to do now? Study? Fine then. I should be doing that anyways.