Dear Santa...

Quotes

PEP TALK

I know everyone has already seen this. But I just love it so much! 

The Moon...

Dear moon, 

I think you're beautiful. 

Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. 

You are taken for granted. 

You are alone. 

Left in the sky.

Going in circles all day long. 

Well sweetie you're important. 

Without you we are nothing. 

Without you our world would not be the same. 

So don't be down. 

Because you are important. 

You are truly amazing. 

Don't give up. 

NEVER GIVE UP. 

Because you are truly magnificent. 

- Rosie

I mean I guess you only live once?

I'm not ready to die so...

Space...

Thinking about space scares me... I look up in the sky and wonder.

 I wonder about forever... forever scares me.

 It doesn't make sense in my mind. Space goes on forever... How?

 All I've ever known is beginnings and ends. 

How can there be no beginning? 

How can there be no end?

 Maybe that's just what I believe.... I don't know.

Outer space amazes me.

I could look up into the sky for hours. 

I could look at the moon and all it's imperfections, forever. 

When I look at the night sky, my mind goes on a rampage. 

That's when I start thinking the deepest. That's when I get lost in my thoughts, and I don't have to think about the world around me. 

I don't have to think about the beginnings and the ends.

I just think about forever. 

I just think about space. 

Alone.

I hate being alone. There's been so many times in my life when I've felt alone. Last year I had a friend ditch me.... I was alone. A junior in high school, all alone. I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere... But then this one day I got a phone call from *anonymous* asking me if I wanted to hang out. It was a long journey but now I am in the most amazing friend group.. But the fear of being alone still haunts me everyday. 

Behind....

There's a brick in my stomach, because I'm behind. 

I'm mad and really stressed out of my mind. 

Stress I don't ever handle well. 

It's driving me insane. 

I really just want to scream and yell. 

Instead I just act plain 

I wish that it didn't bother me, and that I could just let go. 

Why do I care so much, though I don't let it show. 

I wish it didn't stress me out.

...Such a simple task...

It's not something to cry about.

So I hide it behind a mask. 

How do I let go? 

Some things ill never know....