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i can honestly say that these past few days have been some of my worst days ever. not only have i been an emotional wreck, crying every other second, but i've been whiny, tired, unmotivated, and blahhh. seriously, the only reason i had for going to school was so i could play soccer. and now that that's over, i definitely have zero motivation and i am seriously considering just giving up altogether.
i'm failing english.. again. but when am i NOT failing english? plus, we found out today that we have...idk...50 or so vocab words due next class. typically that wouldnt be a problem, but when my teacher tells me about them two days before they're due, i think i reserve the right to be somewhat irrate.
life feels weird knowing that i'm not suiting up for another game with those girls until january. i don't like it at ALL.
it doesn't help that everyone at school comes up to me and is like, "so i heard about your game...i'm sorry y'all lost. great season though." if you feel the urge to say something remotely similar to that, please try to hold back and bite your tongue.
i've cried so much today.. too much really.
at track today, i ran a lap warmup, stretched, and started doing 3 200s. after the first one, i wanted to kill myself, but after finishing the second one and almost collapsing from exhaustion, the coaches told me to stop. and i've felt like crap ever since.
at soccer tonight, we scrimaged pretty much all of the sophomores that i play with at school. weird. i don't like that. me and a teammate collided and somehow, she ended up hitting me in the shoulder, leaving a wonderful (insert type of ball here)-sized welt in my shoulder. it's really quite attractive. hah..not QUITE.
i have a ton of precal homework. but i don't care enough to do it. the end.
anyways, there's too much more i can write about that i'm just choosing not to for sake of space, time, and most importantly, tears.
i'm failing english.. again. but when am i NOT failing english? plus, we found out today that we have...idk...50 or so vocab words due next class. typically that wouldnt be a problem, but when my teacher tells me about them two days before they're due, i think i reserve the right to be somewhat irrate.
life feels weird knowing that i'm not suiting up for another game with those girls until january. i don't like it at ALL.
it doesn't help that everyone at school comes up to me and is like, "so i heard about your game...i'm sorry y'all lost. great season though." if you feel the urge to say something remotely similar to that, please try to hold back and bite your tongue.
i've cried so much today.. too much really.
at track today, i ran a lap warmup, stretched, and started doing 3 200s. after the first one, i wanted to kill myself, but after finishing the second one and almost collapsing from exhaustion, the coaches told me to stop. and i've felt like crap ever since.
at soccer tonight, we scrimaged pretty much all of the sophomores that i play with at school. weird. i don't like that. me and a teammate collided and somehow, she ended up hitting me in the shoulder, leaving a wonderful (insert type of ball here)-sized welt in my shoulder. it's really quite attractive. hah..not QUITE.
i have a ton of precal homework. but i don't care enough to do it. the end.
anyways, there's too much more i can write about that i'm just choosing not to for sake of space, time, and most importantly, tears.