My Diary

Entry 1: Working with lemons

                                                12/23/17

   It's funny that no one reaches out to help you in your worst.  It'd funny when people know your dying inside and yet no one cares,  no one reaches out to help you.  On mess up would eventually turn out to be you blaming your self for every little thing.  This is my book where there are no rules,  this is just how my brain works.

   Sometimes life gives you lemons do fast that you can't make lemonade.  So you gotta work Roth whatever time space you have to make even a drop.  That little drip of lemonade that you managed to make is your happiness,  that's all you got to work with.  Doesn't feel good does it?  Think about it though,  that drip of lemonade is real but the more sugar you add the faker the lemonade the more fake you I've it to people making that its true,  blue lemonade when it's not.  Its just sugar coated.  You stand there at tour little lemonade stand and give out fake lemonade all day long.  And the minute you make the real kind they think it weird tasting. They don't like it cause it's the truth and it's real. 

  They take your happiness,  your hard work and throw it away.  They take it and throw it away and then choose to comeback for more like they didn't just throw away what was really good to you.  Sad part is,  you let them comeback for more,  you let them feed of the fake.  You sit there smelling at all the money you've made from selling lemonade and you frown cause it's not what you want.  Money can't buy you happiness. 

   What you want are real friends who except the real,  and know when the lemonade is a little to sweet . Who knew that so much could come from a whole bunch of lemons right but oh to woe I'm not done.

    You get someone real at you lemonade stand.  You give them the fake and they catch you in it. They tell you "I know it's fake,  where's the real"  You smile and give them a drop of  the real and they tell you "drink it cause it's your happiness not mine. " 

   Now replace you with me.  When I say me I mean me, the author.  I have had little people come to my stand asking for the real cause the rest are fine with the fake and are foreigners to the real,  the happiness that I possess and want to give out.  I can't though and my happiness goes to waste.