What's happened?! *smacks you upside the head* Tell me, because there is not one thing in heaven or hell that would make you a failure.

*what MaryElizebeth said*
POKEEEEHHH YOU'RE A SUPER AWESOME PERSON AND ADJFAKDFADFJ YOU DON'T DESERVE TO FEEL LIKE THAT AT ALL! CUZ YOU AREN'T A FALIURE, AND YOU NEVER WILL BE! YOU'RE AWESOME, AND WE ALL LOVE YOU FOR IT!!!!!

Pokey.
Never let your appearance deter you.
I hate this ugly spot on my chin but I don't CAAAARE.
Or is it something else?

Mira, you're not a failure. First of all, you've published TWO BOOKS and that's two more books than I'll probably ever even write, or at least finish. And you've got a wonderful singing voice--no, DON'T complain about this one, I'm serious. And you're an amazingly talented actor who is funny and beautiful and awesome. So. Do tell why you're feeling down, because otherwise I'm going to have to go through every single thing that makes you epik and that's going to take a while.

If you're a failure, I'm a camel. I hate camels. Don't make me be one. D:

And you are FRIGGIN NOT a failure. You're AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND NICE AND FUNNY AND SMART AND ALL OF THAT STUFFISHNESS. KAY?

To be completely honest with you, I'm eighty percent sure that you're prettier than I'll ever be... :^I If you, at one point had a picture of yourself on KP (...I think you did, maybe for your profile pic)... I wish I looked like you. :'(

But really...


Oh god, thank you so much. I know this sounds really weird, seeing as you sound really miserable, but I just came back from a really crappy day and knowing someone else feels the same really makes me feel like there's a huge load off me.
My mom spent the first hour that I got home from school screaming at me that I have an eating disorder because I asked her not to make me noodles and freaking cheese for lunch tomorrow, maybe a nice salad instead. (I tell her not to make lunch or clean my room in the first place, but she does and then she complains about having to do it, even though every time I tell her not to... ._.) I don't know, maybe I said something else, I really don't remember... all I know is that it escalated into a huge screaming fit and now we both think the other one is psychotic and insane. She's starting with the eating disorder clinic bluffs and threatening to take me out of IB--the best thing that's happened in my entire life--yet again, and it's tearing me apart, just like it always does. Thanks, mom. After all this time, yet again you listen with your mouth rather than your eyes and ears. And by listening I mean not listening at all.
You are perfectly aware that my weight is a massive weight on my shoulders (no pun intended... =_=) You have succeeded in spontaneously slamming me with a million other things, now--thank you. Really. So much.
I can't start running again until the ninteenth or later because of my homework (which helps me relax) and my gym membership expired, so we're getting a treadmill in the house. It feels like I have a century ahead of me of waiting and praying that I can make it through until I have my outlet back.
I don't know how I'm going to entertain my friend tomorrow--I feel like a mess. I shoved my fingers down my throat after eating the noodles, and before that I had eaten all the noodles to console myself for the fact that I had eaten them in the first place, (what the heck...) as usual nothing happened, I stare at myself in the mirror and wonder if everyone else sees what I see--I truly don't believe that they do. I know, I have a problem.... but Mom, stuffing me with what I'm trying to avoid isn't going to help. Of course, I'm going to freak out. Oh god, please... let the treadmill come soon... (*prays*)


What, you're going to feed spiders to an arachnophobia and then give them the death penalty for being scared?

Annoyed
 

My laptop is broken (kind of in a broken way) so that means I can only write Book Two of FW and that's quite annoying. :eek: It's just really annoying and--
BLEK.

I know how you feel. My parents won't stop harassing me about the basketball team. I don't get it... I excelle academically and athletically--I just don't freaking want to be dealing with plays and the mean jock chicks on the high school teams. But that's not gonna do, is it? NO! I have to freaking POOP OUT BASKETBALLS. That's what they want! e_e

Probs. :^/

Even I have that problem. Emo kids irritate me, especially when their problems seem petty and insignificant compared to mine (just the straight honesty here) and they act like they've been hit by a twenty-ton train that molested them and killed their parents in front of their eyes... even though I'm one of those annoying emo kids. :^I It's a strange hypocrital complex I seem to have developed, caught between empathy and indifference. :<


For the sake of debating, I second that.

/huge-glomp
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Oh Mira. No. No. I've seen pictures of you. And you are SO pretty, okay? Kay.
And here's the REALLY important thing. Even if you weren't super duper pretty you would still be awesome and not a failure because you're an amazing writer, and funny and smart and sweet and not a failure, and that's what counts.
And you ARE so pretty... so don't worry, 'kay? :/