*headdesk* When I saw you say "Happy Birthday ME" I legitimately thought you were wishing yourself a happy birthday... then I realized you were talking about Mary Elizabeth...
Happy Birthday Mary Elizabeth!
(Oh, and congrats on being runner-up)

XD I thought the same thing.
Happy birthday, Mary Elizabeth!
Congrats Emma. I love spelling bees. Not to participate in them, but to watch them. :P

i'm actually just gonna drag myself through the day
and keep this song on repeat
and just
not move
or do anything productive
i'm not sure if i'm like...
alive
anymore
which kinda sucks
but also
i've just been missing a lot of school
and not getting a lot of sleep
and listening to the les miserables soundtrack on repeat
for extended periods of time
which is probably not healthy
considering every time it finishes i want to cry
it's kind of getting worse again
which also kinda sucks
oh well
i'll just write some fanfic or something
idekanymore
and
mostly
idc

*hugs*
Sometimes it's all you can do to just get through the day. But you are still alive, even if it doesn't feel like it, even if you don't think you're acting like it. You just gotta make it through till this shit is gone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bWrLEL_hgo I think you might like this song… I really, really love it, and it's sort of along the same topic.

*hugs back*
Thank you.
Ah, yes. Listening now. Like so far.

No problem.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IjyP37kDJ4I
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0En7JZ0KQc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hZjRMa7Pmj4

I know things are really bad, but you have the ability to get through this. You're amazing, hilarious, awesome, have great writing skills, and you of all people could be one of the few that can beat depression. You'll be alright. I know these just sound like empty words that don't mean anything, but everyone has a chance to make things better. One day, you'll be better. Everything's going to turn out fine.

/huggles
You can make it through this, Heather. Stay strong. We're here for you.

Why the hell would I want to talk to my selfish, judgmental, downright racist grandmother on my birthday? Fifty bucks doesn't disguise your transparent indifference to us. Sure, this time, you remembered my birthday, but does that really count as an improvement? You abandon us for so many years, and you think that now that we're older, you can try and feign your love for us. It doesn't work. I don't know if I'll ever give a shit about you. You barely seem like family.

so first you say that I fucking make assumptions when i was the only one who "stuck around" for the fucking only bi girl in such a motherfucking intolerant ignorant place and realized that shes still a fucking hilarious genius and i made that motherfucking black chick surrender when everyone else was afraid of messing with a ghetto neanderthal like her, and then you act like youve gone through so much more

i understnad that what happened to you fucking sucks but just because i hide it from you people doesnt mean that im fucking fine i mean my friends left me for dead and ive known them for ten years and they dont fucking care just because----thats it i just dont fucking know why the bastards stopped (i know that i wasnt the best person and was sometimes rude and aggresive but the reason i used to push people was because i didnt know what the hell i was doing! how was i supposed to deal with that shit?)and then theres worrying about even going to school and being around people with so much more and theres wanting to have SOMETHING positive about me and not having any friends at all and wondering what people think about me and then saying FUCK IT and saying what i want because i dont want to care, i dont want to care, because if i care then im their victim and i dont want that to happen again. but then theres wanting to be something and wondering what im going to do when i cant go to nyu and im probably going to community college and working as a fucking receptionist and finding some wifebeater because no other douchebag is going to care about me ever and having these friends now forget about me when the year ends and having everything go downhill from here. how am i so much more fortunate than you when im hiding in my room, blasting music, hoping that no one finds me crying on my birthday