I've been told to journal more often, people say it supposedly helps. It doesn't do much for me, just shows how much drama I cause and get into. I hate how easily it draws me in.
I always seem to befriend people who cause me to start drama and what-not. I'm not sure how to weed those people out before they intrude and infest my happiness, killing all the flowers of hope, love, and faith; slowly.
I've learned to become more sharp and cruel. A rose can be beautiful and thrive, even through the harshest things.
I'm now a rose and if people try picking at me again, I'll give up a fight and cause some pain in the process.
Tiny but mighty, beautiful but not willing to fall.
