Don't Look In The Closet Lena couldn't sleep that night. Her brain had kept her up thinking about pointless things and things that maybe mattered too much. Who cares what might've been for dinner the next night and college was too stressful to always think about. Lena was a sophomore in high school and should be focused on her grades and who to hang out with, but it didn't stop her. Her mind was doing flips when suddenly... "CRASH!" Lena shot straight up in her bed, eyes wide trying to peel through the darkness. It sounded like the noise came from her closet which made her a little scared. She turned on her little stain glass lamp, only looking towards the closet. She took a step to the ground and faced the closet. She listened for any other sounds, hoping a box had just fallen over. Nothing. She started to take baby steps towards the closet feeling a little foolish for feeling so scared. But then she heard little scratchy rustles which sent chills down her spine. She froze, not making a sudden move just to be sure this was really happening and whatever it was didn't know she was awake. After about a time of two tense minutes, Lena slowly started closer towards the closet door, her heart pumping faster and faster. It felt as though the room was being stretched and the closet became farther and farther away which just increased the suspense in her mind. Then Lena just stopped. "What am I doing," she thought, "this is ridiculous." Lena then got a burst of courage and ran up to the door and opened it so quickly and turned on the switch so fast she hadn't even blinked yet. She gave out a quiet shriek when her cat, Milly, jumped out at her, running straight under the bed. Lena put her hand over her heart feeling it race until it became steady again. As Lena started to turn around, a hand in a black leather glove slapped across her face holding a handkerchief, forcing her to breath in the chemicals it had been absorbed with. Lena kicked and swung with her arms with all her might as she tried to do something to escape the firm grip of the intruder. "This is the end," Lena thought,"I'm going to die." She tried screaming and then her eyes started to blur, slowly fading into black. She let out a sigh as she finally gave in to the intruder, dangling in their arms like a rag doll.

Chase Your Dreams I'm tired of sitting here pretending like good will come if I wait. I don't want to wait anymore. Because my #life is passing me by so quickly and I'm nothing but bored all the time. I just want to have fun, Be free, Be stupid, Be crazy, And be me. #life isn't about waiting for things to happen; It's about chasing your dreams.

Wise Words From The Vampire Diaries "And that's what love should be. You should love the person that makes you glad that you're alive." -Elena Gilbert

When You're Gone As I lay here, watching the clouds, Feeling the grass tickle my ankles, The warm summer breeze whisking my hair lightly, I think of you. I think of how we would lay out your mother's old red blanket and have picnics on this very hill. I think of how we would picture random things in the clouds and come back at night to watch the stars. I remember having races as we rolled down the hill. You would always seem to go out of your way to collide with me. You would kiss me when we reached the bottom and those 5 seconds of your soft lips felt like hours being in heaven. I miss you more than words can describe. And that's why I come back every day and remind myself what happiness feels like. I know you're gone, but when I'm here, on this big, green, grassy hill, it feels like you're here too.

Just A Thought I've never been much of a poet. I'm more of the person who just likes writing what I feel. But writing in a diary that won't be seen by others until I'm long gone and passed isn't going to get me anywhere in #life. But it helps. Writing what you feel, what comes from the heart, will always make you feel better. I treat my diary like a best friend I would tell everything to and not worry about the secrets getting out. If only it would talk back, Give me advice, Tell me if I'm going crazy. Because in my mind, no one understands me. No one even knows who I really am. They don't know anything about me and they don't care. But sometimes, it's okay to be alone. And to have pen and paper with you... Well, nothing but good could come out of that.