Not gonna be on that much...

OH MY GOD SAM. I SWEAR IF YOU KILL YOURSELF I'LL-*This brake(sp.) is to ensure that Rebecca does not go crazy and murder you.* Kay I'm back. Sorry 'bout that. But seriously, don't kill yourself. Hey, maybe we can find a way to bring you out of your deppresion! Think rainbows! Ponies! Percy Jackson! Grason Chance! I dunno, think of something!

Oh, Sorry. Sometimes when I hear cutting, I immidiatly(sp.) think suicide.... Oh, and sorry about spelling Greyson Chance wrong. Hey wanna hear a funny story! Well, here it is!
A RANDOM STORY
Today, I was in health class. Being the bored person I am, I tipped my chair back. Well, the chair didn't exactly like that. It fell over and I my head hit the wall. Everybody kept freaking out even though it didn't hurt and the school nurse was yelling at my health teacher over the phone because I refused to go to the health room. Eventually, they forced me to go anyway. I don't even have a bruise, and people keep asking me if I feel light-headed. It freakin' sucks.
THE END.
That was a story I wrote while on sugar highs, Although it is true, I might have gotten some details wrong.

lol, yeah, cuz you were just like "Whoa!" And then you banged your head against the wall. And everyone started freaking out.

lol.

*says smugly* She's probably jealous cuz Rachel lives near me, and I'm awesome. JK JK JK DON'T KILL ME EMMY!! But Emmy, you know you and I are best friends, right?

Then what is the reason? Do you hate me also? OH NOOOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZ.

Probobly. I annoyed everyone out of their minds in New York. One time, my kindergarden teacher yelled at me to shut up...... I'm completely serious there. And there was one dude who once said, "You creep me out." And I said, "Why?" And he said, "Because during that puppet show we did, you killed your puppet with a knife." And I was pretty much thinking something along the lines of, "DAMN YOU LOGIC!"So, if you hate me, I don't really take it personaly. Nobody really likes me anyway..... DISCLAIMER: I WAS PRETTY MUCH COMPLETELY DELIRIOUS WHEN I WROTE THIS, SO ANYTHING I WROTE MIGHT BE FALSE.

WHAT'S THE FREAKING REASON? I AM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE MY SISTER WAS ON A SUGAR HIGH AND TOLD ME THAT SHE'S A RAINBOW HUGGY BEAR! AND SHE ALSO TOLD ME THAT SHE BARFS IN THE CAR IF SHE EATS BLUEBERRIES BEFORE WE GET IN THE CAR BECAUSE BLUE IS THE COLOR OF TOXIC WASTE IN HER LAND OF GITZERSBURGEN! Okay, I'm gonna try to guess again. Do you not like me.... because of my badass purple jeans?Just kidding. Or my stupidity? Maybe my Bragginess? GIVE ME A HINT WOMAN!

LOL I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ALL FELL FOR THAT HAHAHAHAHAHA! Ok, here's what happened. Everybody was saying you hated me, so I went along and pretended you hated me. But I knew that you didn't because we hang out sometimes when we're at Emily's and you never gave an open distrust of me, so I knew that you didn't really hate me. Unless I did something in the last couple weeks that made you hate me that I didn't know about.... In which case, I'm sorry.