stinky n smelly
So.
Things happen.
And generally,
things suck.
Like when no one tells you you can do something well.
Or even, when everyone tells you that you're doing everything wrong.
And especially, breakdowns at tennis practice.
I screamed.
A lot.
But every once in a while,
things happen that don't entirely suck.
Like Taco Bell with my dad.
And Oreo shakes from Bruster's.
And enlightening talks in the car.
And reasonable expectations.
The latter is love.
The former is Hell.
But some part deep inside me embraces them both.
And it makes me worry.
But just a little bit.
Things happen.
And generally,
things suck.
Like when no one tells you you can do something well.
Or even, when everyone tells you that you're doing everything wrong.
And especially, breakdowns at tennis practice.
I screamed.
A lot.
But every once in a while,
things happen that don't entirely suck.
Like Taco Bell with my dad.
And Oreo shakes from Bruster's.
And enlightening talks in the car.
And reasonable expectations.
The latter is love.
The former is Hell.
But some part deep inside me embraces them both.
And it makes me worry.
But just a little bit.