Princess Diaries : 3 - Drooping Rose

Dear diary,

Life has thrown another spin ball at me, but this time i struck out. Yup dear diary, it smashed the stumps clear off. I thought i could hit a sixer, but...i misjudged. So apparently im going through one of the lowest moments in my life. All i want to do is hit the comfy couch with a huge bucket of ice cream and some sad love stories to cry on. My mind is on stand by right now. So numb. I dont want to think dear diary...cuz i know its going to kill me.

So then what do i do? I've always believed in being patient. Wait for the storm to pass. If you stand in its way trying to stop it, it will just destroy you along with everything else. And when everything is quite once again, look around you. Yes, all you might see is destruction and pain, but look above you. Look at the clear sky. Look at how calm it is. How blue it is. And that is when you pick up little pieces of ur broken house and build it once again into a more stronger house. One that can this time, stand through another storm.

So i wait.

And i dont think. But how do you stop memories from surfacing day and night? How do you fill up that empitness inside you? How do you expect a rose to survive without oxygen? A rose that has lost its vibrance, the petals dropping so low it has no life left. Dear diary, crazy is the word here...but i have to add belief to it now. Dreams can be turned to reality. Isnt that how the world goes round? Every night while i sway outside to the music of the breeze, i look up and search the dark, lonely sky. And i see the moon. Pure as pearl always. And then i wonder if it can read my thoughts being so far away?

"Can we pretend airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars...i could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now..."