She Won't Drop Out, Her Parents Will Look At Her Funny
The other day was my birthday. The big 1-6. I'm old. I guess it's cool. I wish I had time to fully comprehend it and think about it. I mean this time 16 years ago I was a tiny little baby. It's just unreal to think that way. I try to step out of my skin and think about it but I don't know why deep thought like that hasn't been working for me lately. I feel like I've been exceptionally extroverted lately. I've attempted to help people with they're problems and listen to their stories and such. Sometimes it pisses me off. I feel like I never get that and I don't really understand why I've never had the opportunity to. I think my problem is that I'm very independent and I always have the need to work out my own problems. I don't like admitting I need help with something, and by that I mean something personal and emotional not physical. Like I have no problem admitting I need to work on my tennis serve, or that I'm not that fast of a runner. But for me to admit that something has made me angry or upset comes a lot harder. I guess that's something which comes with age, understanding whats going on in my brain. Age, yeah that comes fast as I definitely found out this year.
On a different note, Cross Country has been amazing. I love all the girls and have developed such a love hate relationship with running. I'm so depressed the seasons going to be over soon. My switch to Cross Country will definitely go in my book under "Great Decisions."
On a different note, Cross Country has been amazing. I love all the girls and have developed such a love hate relationship with running. I'm so depressed the seasons going to be over soon. My switch to Cross Country will definitely go in my book under "Great Decisions."