I hate my emotions

something i made when i felt like all i could do was dream about the future i wanted.

i can only dream

I'll be okay, mom

its hard to realize that i wont really be a perfect human being. i pick myself apart bit by bit because i could always being doing better or i dont do enough but then i remind myself that im not perfect. im really not and nobody is. i do right by myself and others and things will be okay.

im not perfect

i cant seem to catch a break. i deal with one thing and try to make myself and life better but before i can fully resolve one, another pops up. when does it end.

its getting worse

things feel like they're constantly down and all i hope is that when i think i feel better, i still see the world the way i used to.

when i get better; i hope there is color

its easy to get wrapped up in my own routine or life so sometimes i remind myself to take a deep breath and take in whats around me. it helps sometimes

i can only dream

Sycamore tree