Thursday, May 31, 2012

Because Writing Helps

Since elementary school, when something upsets me, I just write about it. So here we go again.
Tonight I had a freak out.
I cry a lot, but by cry I mean there are a lot of things that get me choked up and make a few tears come out,
but tonight I started crying and couldn't stop.
About not being able to get a job, about being mad at some people, about being sad for others, about not being able to pull off a good grade in a stats class, and mostly about the realization that my career as an athlete is basically over and that it's hard for other people to understand why that is so depressing; and maybe it's so depressing because sports were the only thing I ever saw improvement with myself in.
Just one of those nights, eh?


2 comments:

  1. Ah mad! I hope you are feeling better! I'll see you tonight :) 08!

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  2. So much to weave my thøtz upon
    (looooooooooove go-carts: gotta
    summoe in our story which you’ll
    find at the literal end of this post):

    1/3
    So I kinda ‘died’ in our accident in ‘85, yet
    while in a coma for ten? days, I looked-up
    and saw God’s HUGE castle in the clouds
    many miles away: bright-blue-sky, flags
    waving high, green, peace, but! alas! the
    Voice sed, ‘Not Time Yet’ (= prove yourself
    worthy to be My disciple). FIAT (Latin: I will)

    Think I’m crazy as a loony bird??
    You’re correct, sez Ed McMahon.
    Nothin else I want, young women:
    love/serve you 4 eternityXeternity.
    + NOPEcantELOPE.blogspot.com +
    Cya Upstairs, gorgeous wildflower.

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