_Okay. _

It’s my favorite word, especially during a fight or competition. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as it sends a fire through my body. But it’s okay. Everything’s always okay.

As a ball of fire flies past my head, the thought consumes me that I’m okay. I send a blade across the room flying into my new enemy’s chest. It’s okay.

Okay’s important. It always has been. I...

I loved you.

I loved all of you.

Every part.

Your smile.

Your voice.

Your hair.

You left.

You left me with only your ghost.

The ghost haunted me.

It made me cry.

All the memories of you and me.

Still, I chased your ghost.

Screamed for it not to leave.

But, while chasing your ghost,

I became one myself....

I can’t do this right now. I can’t look into his deep green eyes. I can’t look at his perfectly curled hair. I can’t look at his beautiful complexion. I can’t.

I’ve been dating Austin for the past ten months. I know I should have ended this sooner, but I didn’t have enough guts to break his heart. He wasn’t good for me. Every flaw that’s within me came flooding out when I was with him. He brough...

Water is a very relatable thing to me. Preferably ocean waters you see.

Like myself, the waters know

what it means to be battered to and fro. Waves crash onto the shore.

Nonstop

Constantly going and moving without seeing a solid rock.

Nonstop

It calmly flows while breaking on the inside,

Being admired on the outside.

Just like the ocean waters,

I’m always going to and fro.

Nonstop

My head s...

Dear Diary,

Today sucked. I saw a cute boy in Walmart. He just reminded me of everything I don’t have. At this point, I don’t think I’ll ever find my person. Oh well, maybe love isn’t for me.

-Roxie

Journal,

There was a really cute girl in Walmart today. I should have asked her out. I don’t know what I was thinking. She was intim...

Everyone has their great strength in life. Mine is my composure. I don’t show emotions. I never have. This is why I’m such a great fighter. I don’t feel pain or grief. I can’t feel regret.

My strength was the core of my greatest weakness.

A long time ago, only about a year, I met a girl. She wasn’t just any girl. She was my girl. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I wanted to grow o...

I’m in love with a killer. _My _killer.

Well, technically he hasn’t killed me yet, but he’s going to.

Kevin Rogers was contracted to kill me approximately two days, four hours, and fifty six minutes ago. I won’t tell you how I know this, because you shouldn’t be worrying about that. Though, you should be worrying about my love interests. I always fall for the bad guys.

A killer has been assigned...

Everyone is always so quick to judge. They always say my sarcastic comments and my rude composure define me, and not in a good way. They say I’m a rude and selfish person who needs to get their act together.

If everybody would just listen, they would know the truth. The true me feels so insecure I have to make other people, who seem like they have their life in control, feel bad. I’ve always hate...

My mom always told me I was an angel. I was her angel. I couldn’t ever believe her because that’s never what I saw.

When I looked in the mirror, I was told to see a charming, beautiful young woman. I was told to be nice and kind. Don’t forget to smile. Always seem confident and outgoing.

I never liked that version of me. I knew it wasn’t real.

The real me was a shy, heartbroken girl. I had life ...

Twister. A terrible game. The only way to win is to secretly kick your opponents in the shin.

Twister is a game of strategy. You have to predict where the other player is going and block their path, all while trying not to tumble over.

In my house, we have a Twister competition every year. My younger sister is a five-time champion coming up on her sixth.

I got out the first round. Me vs. Dad. I ...