Just a normal Valentines Day in Creative Writing:

I think my Valentines Box is going to turn out really cool. 

But I apologize in advance to all of my classmates for the Valentines you're going to receive.

I tried to make them look nice. 

It's the thought that counts, right?

Valentines Day is so overrated.

The girls are needy.
The guys are desperate for a date.
Me, I just hate the world on Valentines Day.

But I'll admit, sometimes it's nice to have somebody care enough to take you out on a nice date.
Unless they're really creepy.
Then you pull the "my mom says I can't go" card.
That always works.

I was lucky enough to have somebody ask to take me out on Friday the 14th, which is nice.
I'm really excited because I like this guy.

Then there's another boy who I know really wanted to take me out,
but he told me he thinks it's sketchy to have two dates in one day.
I think it's ok as long as you don't have your tongue down both of their throats, personally...
I was looking forward to spending time with him, cause he's my best friend,
But I don't think I've been the best friend he's been needing.

So Valentines Day sucks because people just get sad.
That's how it always is, nobody is ever truly happy.
Somebody always gets thrown down in the dirt, and unfortunately,
it happened to be my best friend this time.

I wish he would just take me out anyway. Be a man.
Rub some dirt on it.

Roller Coaster

Nobody seems to enjoy roller coasters anymore, which I honestly don't understand because without them, where's the fun in life? Big roller coasters, small roller coasters, all kinds of roller coasters, I love them all.

I love the thrill.

And I know there's somebody out there who loves roller coasters as much as I do, I just have to find them.

 I love the feeling I get in my stomach while going down a big drop, throwing my hands up in the air and screaming at the top of my lungs while people stare. But I don't care because i'm having the time of my life. They can suck it. 

Let's go to Magic Mountain, you and I. 

I'll even buy you a funnel cake.... After the rides.

Won't somebody ride a roller coaster with me? 

Crayola Crayons

It starts in Kindergarten with a box of Crayola Crayons, a piece of paper, and an imagination that is endless.

Now, we wonder what we were thinking in Kindergarten with all those silly crayons, all the stupid pictures we drew, but back then we thought we were the most important people in the world and all those stupid pictures we drew were masterpieces. Hell, our parents even hung them up on the fridge for friends and family to see.

 They must have thought we were pretty important then and that we had a wonderful imagination. So, why isn't it that way now? Why does the teacher make us type research papers rather than draw pictures with crayons and why don't we get a nap time, most importantly, why are there no juice boxes handed out? It's like they're sucking the creativity and imagination right out of our heads and I say we change things up.

I say we get an hour or two during the school day dedicated to being in Kindergarten again because those were the days. Those were the days where we could be carefree and not worry about a single thing. The days where we could take our Crayola Crayons and scribble lines all over the paper, sometimes even the wall, and get put in time out to think about what we did wrong.

Man, what i'd give to go back to those days just one last time. Sometimes, I still carry my Crayola Crayons in my backpack just in case I feel like being in Kindergarten again. 

THESE THINGS ARE HOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL:

Like the ending of a chick flick where the couple always ends up together somehow, like the cool rain that falls during the hot summer months, not like the rain we get during these sad winter months, I hate that kind of rain. But you already know that from all the times i've told you.

You make me feel like i'm in elementary school again and it's just a little school girl crush, but those are the best because back then I didn't care what boys would think and I let the butterflies flow right up from my stomach and out my mouth without a single care. If we were in Elementary school and I let those butterflies out, they would engulf you.

You make me feel... well, that's just it. You make me feel. I try not to feel anything, I try to keep it all in and block everyone out so they never get a glimpse of those beautifully colored butterflies. But you, you pull the butterflies out of my stomach and you beg for them to engulf you. The way your brown eyes taunt me, the way the ink on your skin tells a story about who you are and what you've been through, it gets me. You get me. And I get you. And we're meant to be like Anna and Christoff, like Hiccup and Astrid. 

Things to do when you're depressed:

• Buy a couple tubs of ice cream.

• Tell yourself how good looking you are.

• SMILE

• Rent a puppy. (801)251-6022

• R------U------N

• Show your true COLORS

• Be somebody's hero.

• PAINT

• Laugh loudly.

• Listen to some sweet tunes.

• Play the piano, even if you suck.

• Eat fatty foods.. A LOT OF IT.

• Spend time with family.

Being depressed sucks and sometimes I get really bad depression, so I wanted to make this list. I hope it helps somebody. And, yes, that number for renting a puppy is real. It's fantastic. 

You had no right.

That was not for you to tell.

You spend all of your time trying to make me feel miserable.

Well you know what I say to that?

Eff you.

You and all of your backstabbing lies, the looks I get from you in the hallway, the way you talk about me to your friends while walking behind me when you know I can hear you.

But I will just walk on and put my headphones in. I'll play songs by The Naked and Famous to drown your devilish voice out, to focus on my happiness.

Because you don't control me. You don't decide when I can and cannot be happy.

So stay away from me and please, rot in hell.