I don't normally do shit like this. Writing down my feelings is weird to me... you never know who's watching. I was enrolled into this program by my old school to talk to a counselor every month and "write what I'm thinking"... so you know what? Fine. I'll write exactly how I fucking feel. I can't stand my mom. I mean... *scribbles* that's not true. I love her, I just hate where I am in life because of her. Everyone praising her every time they see me and mentioning how much I look like her... how much they want me to be like her... Why did I have to be born? Why did she have to be famous? Why do I have to carry her fucking legacy? It's not my problem that she's the most famous female boxer in current history. Sunset always tells me that I can do what I want. WE can do what we want. It's our life... so why does it feel like even when I do, SHE'S breathing down my fucking neck? *scribbles* I've never said this to her and I don't plan to so I'll say it here. Mom, I don't fucking care about your status. I don't care that you're everyone's damn savior. I just want to live my fucking life. I don't even want to be a fucking boxer. There. I said it.

*Highest ranking #1 IN BOXING (08/26/20)* #2 IN FEMALE MAIN CHARACTER 06/18/2019 #4 In Action 3/21/18 #8 in female fighter 7/3/18 #44 in Girl 7/3/18 Don't fuck with Mixian Moxelle. Streetfighter and boxer for over ten years, Mixie grew a national reputation for fighting, and fighting well. But, when her parents are killed because of her past mistakes, leaving her two siblings to care for, Mixie is forced to conceal her "mixing" and keep everyone around her safe. The thing is--when Triss and Jack Black, the most dangerously popular and most conceited seniors decide to push a nerve, Mixie battles with herself on whether or not to release the "Red Bull" into South Motivation High. Spoiler Alert... Red Bull breaks free.