Well here's how my whole "Sweet Sixteen" went:

~I woke up this morning with a Sinus infection.
~I was late for school.
~I was partnered up in math with someone I didn't really know.
~I had a headache all day.
~Because I took Dayquil this morning to help my sinus infection symptoms (I didn't know it was a sinus infection til later on) I fell asleep in German class and my favorite teacher got at mad at me... I didn't tell him I had taken Dayquil because I was too ashamed of myself.
~I had subs in my 3rd and 4th period classes and so I had to do book work all day.
~2 out of the 9 people I invited to my Victorian Tea Party did NOT cancel on me. 7 DID.
~When I came home after school I cried until I ran out of tears and wished I'd die.
~I wrote a poem to help ease my pain and the power went out and erased it.
~I contemplated hurting myself again.
~I thought no one would miss me if I died.
~I had to remind my classmates it was my birthday, even though it was all I talked about the week before.
~No one seemed to care when I told them how sucky my b-day was.
~No one will probably ever read this. Or care.
~I might need therapy but it goes against everything I stand for.
~I went to the doctor yesterday and he told me that because I was flat footed I would be stuck wearing orthopedic insoles and doing exercises my whole life, I want surgery to get it over with.
~I think people understand me, they just don't care.
~I hate myself for complaining and sounding emo but I feel if I don't then I'll do something so stereotypical that no one will remember how I died.

Positives:
~My friend gave me a card and helped me get through the school day.
~I had fun with my 2 friends that did come to my party.
~I got awesome gifts from said friends even though I asked them not to bring me presents.
~I got lots of cards from my family.
~I rewrote the poem with a little more optimism.
~I didn't hurt myself.
~I felt pretty for once.