"Evil flowers, Steadily bloom
With an array of bloodied doom
Even though the flower is so very refined
The thorns had driven its garden to decline"

Listen only to the sound of my voice.
Let your mind relax.
Let your thoughts drift.
Let the bad memories fade.
Let peace be upon you.
Surrender yourself to your memories.
Let them wash over you like gentle waves of the bluest ocean.
Let them develop you.
Comfort you.
Imagine somewhere calm.
Imagine somewhere safe.
Imagine yourself in a frozen forest.
You're standing in a clearing.
The trees around you stand so tall they touch the sky.
Pure white snowflakes fall all around.
You can feel them melt on your skin.
You're not cold.
It cannot overcome the warmth of your beating heart.
Can you hear it.
You only have to listen.
Do you hear it slowing.
You are slowing it.
You are in control.
Calm.
At peace.

It feels like I don't have enough time for what I want/need to do... so many games that I want to play with friends.. so many places I'd want to go to, so many things I have to do...