Originally Posted by L.S.Trendom (Post 451804)

*hugs*
You can get through it, too. I'm really really close to completely falling apart, but wanting to see you and others happy, someday—and helping you get there—is one of the reasons why i bother living.
You're not powerless. And you can do things—you help people. you're a great person, not a bitch. *hugs*

Originally Posted by MaryElizabeth (Post 451805)

I just wish I had someone to share this with. All of it. I want to go to sit in my room with my best friend and listen to my favorite album. I want to watch my favorite TV show with my best friend and theorize about the story. I want to find out that my best friend has gone through depression, too, and we help each other out. I want to be able to talk about my fears, worries, thoughts, beliefs, without being called strange. I'm tired of being a pariah. I've been trying so hard to get used to being alone, and not let what people think bother me, and just be apathetic to the people around me...but I can't seem to manage it. All I want is to make a difference in people one day, be it changing their entire outlook, or just giving them a shoulder to cry on with words, but I can't see any probable way that I can do that, and that's what sends me into a spiral; that I never was or will ever be remarkable, just like the majority of people in this world. People like me are just placed as ordinaries so that the heroes, artists, musicians, writers, philanthropists, and geniuses have something to be more unique than. I won't be anything more.

Just think about it. Have any adults in your daily life ever made a drastic difference in you? The ordinary adults, not your favorite writers and musicians and actors. Has your fourth grade teacher, who seemed very caring and intelligent, made a complete change in you and your thoughts? Did they pull you from the windowsill, ease the blades out of your hands? Your parents? They may have given you a foundation for your life, and whatever it is that they do will affect your adult life in some way, negative or positive, but did they ever keep your mind away from the blackness that closes in when you start to think when you're alone? No. For kids like us, it was the songwriters who brought themselves out of their ruts, the musicians who had gone through the same s*** as us, the artists who had a nice childhood and still had all the wisdom of someone who had experienced turmoil. And those are the lucky ones. The handful of people who make it out there in the real world were only in the right place in the right time. We're just going to be lost along the way and made mothers and fathers of more ordinaries who fill in the empty spaces around the kids who are going to make it out of their hometowns and look back at their high school yearbooks to find that ordinary kid, your son or daughter who is just something to glance at for a second, a cloud passing by that barely means anything and isn't noticed by many. And the cycle repeats.

Originally Posted by HeatherB (Post 451818)

but that's what everyone thinks, and that's where they're not right.

hey
c'mere
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4...f6cso1_500.gif

((feels like she can't do anything to help but yes i do, somewhat, know what you mean))

btw friendly reminder that i love you

Originally Posted by HeatherB (Post 451818)

hey
c'mere
http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4...f6cso1_500.gif

((feels like she can't do anything to help but yes i do, somewhat, know what you mean))

btw friendly reminder that i love you

Originally Posted by L.S.Trendom (Post 451821)

*hugs for ME too*

Originally Posted by MaryElizabeth (Post 451805)

I just wish I had someone to share this with. All of it. I want to go to sit in my room with my best friend and listen to my favorite album. I want to watch my favorite TV show with my best friend and theorize about the story. I want to find out that my best friend has gone through depression, too, and we help each other out. I want to be able to talk about my fears, worries, thoughts, beliefs, without being called strange. I'm tired of being a pariah. I've been trying so hard to get used to being alone, and not let what people think bother me, and just be apathetic to the people around me...but I can't seem to manage it. All I want is to make a difference in people one day, be it changing their entire outlook, or just giving them a shoulder to cry on with words, but I can't see any probable way that I can do that, and that's what sends me into a spiral; that I never was or will ever be remarkable, just like the majority of people in this world. People like me are just placed as ordinaries so that the heroes, artists, musicians, writers, philanthropists, and geniuses have something to be more unique than. I won't be anything more.

Just think about it. Have any adults in your daily life ever made a drastic difference in you? The ordinary adults, not your favorite writers and musicians and actors. Has your fourth grade teacher, who seemed very caring and intelligent, made a complete change in you and your thoughts? Did they pull you from the windowsill, ease the blades out of your hands? Your parents? They may have given you a foundation for your life, and whatever it is that they do will affect your adult life in some way, negative or positive, but did they ever keep your mind away from the blackness that closes in when you start to think when you're alone? No. For kids like us, it was the songwriters who brought themselves out of their ruts, the musicians who had gone through the same s*** as us, the artists who had a nice childhood and still had all the wisdom of someone who had experienced turmoil. And those are the lucky ones. The handful of people who make it out there in the real world were only in the right place in the right time. We're just going to be lost along the way and made mothers and fathers of more ordinaries who fill in the empty spaces around the kids who are going to make it out of their hometowns and look back at their high school yearbooks to find that ordinary kid, your son or daughter who is just something to glance at for a second, a cloud passing by that barely means anything and isn't noticed by many. And the cycle repeats.

Originally Posted by AlgebraAddict (Post 451867)

Okay.


Good mood ruined.





meh.

Originally Posted by L.S.Trendom (Post 451869)

What happened? *hugs*

Originally Posted by AlgebraAddict (Post 451902)

*hugs*

My parents and my sister are both all meh and my 'friend' (not C, though) just sent me an e-mail complaining about what a bitch I was today and now my parents are planning infinite stuff for my sister's b-day and yet snapped at me for wanting them to at least take me to lunch fo mine. It's really stupid, but I'm annoyed. WE HAVE OBLIGATIONS they say. ugh.

Originally Posted by EmmaR (Post 451923)

OKAY THIS IS MY EMOTIONAL VENT DOES ANYONE ACTUALLY LIKE COMIC SANS?
ANYONE?
NO
NOBODY LIKES COMIC SANS SO STOP FUGGING USING IT, STUPID HIGH SCHOOL RESOURCE CENTER
GOD
I HATE THAT FONT

I'm sorry. Forgive my outburst.