That...was painful this morning. Really painful. At least I was able to cheer for my team, complete with skirt, and I got...mmmmm...28 more phone numbers between the two sessions (including some from Yamabuki boys, wow, they're stupid~!). And I'll be torn over who to cheer for more tomorrow.
Tonight, though.... I just want to be by myself. Mourn the end of my competitive tennis days, as it were.
That. Was a fucking joke!
I mean, that freshie match? Wasn't a match..it was a fucking SLAUGHTER! Sometimes I wasn't sure if the kid even knew how to hold the fucking racquet for the way he was playing! And...if he KNEW that Rapunzel was injured and sent him out there anyway, any respect I had for Minami is fucking GONE. Why not just HAND the win to Rokkaku on a silver platter!? Yeah, we've all gotten hurt, but most of us aren't played with fucking active injuries!!
And for this, Kei, Touji, and I were fucking BENCHED. I could've handled being benched if it were for anything other than those two pathetic reasons. Fuck, I maybe could've been okay with it if it was just the Rapunzel thing. But...put it together....
I'll never believe that we played to our full potential, because we didn't. We COULDN'T. And as happy as I am for Bane that he gets to go on, get his finals, as happy as I am for Hiroshi that he gets the same...I can't help but think that Yamabuki was fucking robbed for stupid fucking reasons.
I just feel so...upset. And angry. And worthless.
Oh, and happy birthday, Yuu~ ♥ I have your gift waiting for you back in Tokyo~
(ooc: Rin is...a bit angry and depressed, and is unfindable to anyone but his boyfriend and their bunny tonight. By tomorrow he'll be his normal, happy crossdressing cheerleader self again to all appearances.)