I cry through my skin.

 I'm finally sixteen. I never thought I'd make it here...I always thought I'd be dead. I've tried so many times to be dead..And it never worked. And now I'm sixteen.
 It's been an interesting day. At school my friends and I danced in a circle in happy delirium...People stared at us but we didn't care. We said that they were jealous because we were having fun and we were happy and they were only standing around doing nothing and being miserable. When I came home...My day fell apart. I wished I'd stayed at school. First off, I didn't get to see my boyfriend...Which I really wanted to...Not just because it's my birthday...I just like spending time with him and I hate being alone on my birthday. I also couldn't see my best friend...She got in trouble and wasn't allowed to come over. I wasn't allowed to see her at all...And that was just so saddening. I really wanted to be with her today...I mean, she's a lot of fun...I love her to bits and pieces. And then mom promised I could go to the pound to get my puppy...And then went back on her promise. And my cake exploded. I know those are all little things...But they made me so sad. I'm not going to school tomorrow...So I guess that's good. And I can go pick out my puppy tomorrow. So that's happy too.