Redcheekrosie

My Stories

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  • Is it wrong to ask why?
    I have always been told it is okay to ask questions, its okay to ask why. But I have come to realize maybe to some extent, asking why isnt okay. I constantly ask myself why me? All of this happening to me even though I dont d
    300 words, October 22. In Lessons, Life, Misery, Struggles
  • Life as I used to know
    Huddled in a corner, tears streaming down my eyes as I ask myself why me? That is how my night goes. After I get no sleep, I go to school with bloodshot eyes. Teachers stare at me with sadness, disapointment, confusion, and w
    300 words, 2 comments, October 3. In Anger, Confusion, Depression, Sadness
  • The Truth To Perfection
    Everybody is expected to be perfect to some extent. Everybody wants to be perfect. But the truth is nobody can be perfect. We all can only give a certain amount, some more than others. When we dont reach goals or expectations
    300 words, 2 comments, October 1. In Life, Perfection
  • Who Am I?
    Everybody says nobody is perfect, but it seems like I once knew a perfect girl. This girl was a top notch student in school. Teachers looked at her with admiration and gave her looks of pride as she walked down the halls. She
    500 words, 2 comments, October 1. In Confusion, Pain, Sadness, Sorrow

My Poetry

  • The mask
    Confused and baffled as could possibly be,
    walking down the halls like an absentee.
    <100 words, October 24. In confusion, baffled, mask, mirror
  • Who Am I?
    Shocked and stunned as I look into the mirror,
    who is this girl, why isnt the picture clearer.
    <100 words, 2 comments, September 30. In Pain, sad, Life

My journal entries

  • Where is the spirit?
    October 23, This week was spirit week, but of course I didnt participate in it. I just couldnt bring myself to show school spirit and school pride if my heart is in such a deep despair, a never ending black hole of misery. I was so hopeful that I would get over this pain that is eating my insides away to nothing, bu
    October 23, In Confusion, Friends, Pain, School, Spirit.  300 words. → Make first comment?
  • I Can Run This Town
    My lungs are out of breath and the arch of my foot is in an awful unexplainable pain. Im jogging my anger out across the lush green grass, a turn right, down the lining of trees, up a hill, a left turn towards the bridge, across the bridge, and back to the finish line. Last place, again, I seriously thought this woul
    October 9, In Anger, Cross country, Grass, Injury, Life, Running, Sadness, School, Sorrow.  200 words. → Make first comment?
  • Teacher Obsessions
    Is it normal to be obsessed with a teacher? Well even if it isnt normal, I am and I cant help it. I am obsessed with my math teacher Mrs. W. I just love the way she is so easy to talk to. Whenever I am going through a bad day she will sit with me during lunch and help me with my problems. Ugh! I hate her for being su
    October 3, 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?

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