BYOTCHHHHHHH GO PLAY
BYOTCHHHHHHH GO PLAY
I am pretty sure you hate me. I am pretty sure that you don’t understand. I don’t have the right to tell you that the reason you are not my girlfriend, the reason I canceled our date is because my best friend likes you too. He liked you before I did, and has liked you for a while. I swooped in and stole you from him. And thats not fair, because I could have delved deeper, I could have gotten him to tell me. I tried to back off but I couldn’t because I like you so god damn much. I want someone to hold, I want someone’s hand to hold. I want someone to share me with. And right now I want it to be you, even though I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. All I know is how I feel right now. The last time I kissed you was on Wednesday December 5. And that will be the last time I kiss you.
Every time I date someone and we break up, it seems that they will always change for the better. I feel like the guy from that movie where after he has sex with a women she ends up finding her true love and marrying him.
I am a sophomore in College…but I accidentally stumbled upon my stats for my senior year of football. I learned that I was 7th on my team in total tackles for a team that played D1 football in Massachusetts. Not to toot my own horn, but hey, something to be proud of right?
Today I saw a truly motivating and amazing thing. I was at the gym and headed upstairs to use a bike. On my way to the bike I passed a young man using a stair master. Except that this young gentleman is bound to a wheelchair with an apparent permanent lower body disability. It made me think how lucky I am to be able to do the things I do, be as active as I can. This young man cannot walk on his own yet he still works hard to try his hardest. This proves that you are not defined by the limits set upon you. We are defined by our attempts to supersede these limits and continuously try our hardest to push ourselves in all facets of life. I thank you for showing me this.
That wasn’t just a miss. It was a severe shank left…how?