There is no way to be okay. There is always something wrong. So when my whole world is crashing and burning... I sit in my backyard and count the roses. When I know everything's wrong, I count roses I know its stupid but its stress relieving. I hate roses there so pretty and mean. I like sunflowers. But I wanted to plant roses because, I know that you can never get away from the things you don't like. Even if you avoid them there will always be a way for them to get back into you life and stay there and you just half to deal with it.
Twenty three. There are twenty three roses. I already knew that because I count them at least four times a day.
"laura! " my dad called. My. Head shot forward the house where my dad was standing.
"yea? "
"do you have four dollars? " he said
"no" after I said that I looked down and started counting roses.
"damn! " he said under his breath
Push the thoughts away push the thoughts away push the thought away, I kept repeating in my head.
"I hate you" I said to myself.
YOU ARE READING
counting roses
RandomLost. People say they understand but they don't they really don't... Am I crazy? That's not even a question I am.. I totally am
