Complaints

i'm tired of school. of you. of life. i'm tired of homework. of housework. of work. I'm tired of makeup and hairstyles. i'm already tired typing. i'm tyred of speling things write. i'm tired of trying to be perfect. i'm tired of wearing this mask. i'm tired of disappointments. i'm tired of stressing over stupid things. i'm tired of immature people. i'm tired of being tired. i'm tired of this constant pain. i'm tired of people feeling sorry for me. i'm tired of love being one sided. i'm tired of people with two faces. i'm tired. i'm tired of not being able to do things. i'm tired of appointments. i'm tired of eyes looking at me. i'm tired of this cold weather. i'm tired of utah. i'm tired of boys. i'm tired of clothes. i'm tired of waiting. i'm tired of texting. i'm tired of schedules. i'm tired. goodnight. 

love...

love is hot chocolate when you're freezing. love is always being there just incase he changes his mind. love is letting go because its for the best. love is holding the glass to her lips for her because she is too weak to hold it herself. love is old people holding hands. love is a child so excited you're home. love is a breath of fresh air. love is singing in the morning when you are NOT a morning person. love is a never ending circle. love is a bulldozer it can destroy or create. love is a small hand wrapped around your pinky. love is being extremely poor but happy because you have whats important. love is giving someone the strength to continue. love is a disappointing road. love is a note in the dust on your dirty car. love is carrying him across the freezing river. love is a perfect rose. love is a food fight. love is eternal.

Go to your happy place!

I'm in a small field in the middle of a forest. I'm lying on a blanket. There is grass and little flowers all around me. The sun is shining, it's really warm but not too hot. There is a light breeze. I can hear the sound of a small waterfall in the distance. The leaves whisper as the wind blows past. I'm alone, just reading or writing or thinking. there is a small pathway at the side of the clearing, I follow it. I'm out of the forest and on a beach. It's dusk and the sky starts to turn shades of pink and orange. The sound of waves crashing on the beach is calming. It's a warm summer night, the smell of the ocean in the air. There is a tree house to my right and a hammock on my left. I lay in the hammock and drink a pina colada until I can see the stars. Then, with lazy curiosity, climb up the rope ladder to the tree house where I find a huge soft bed. My eyes are heavy as I sink into the bed and drift off into subconsciousness in pure bliss.