It's been so long since I've played Stafford. Like, an entire two weeks. This week we play Cobb. The enemy. I'm hurt. Damn tournament busting my leg. And now I'm up against one of the best schools in the district.
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We beat Cobb. Barely, but we beat them. We are now the enemy. Everyone is against us. No one likes the first place winner, unless they are the first place winner. You know it's true. And if you're not playing the game, than
A) You're friend is playing
B) You're hurt
C) You don't care
Change of topic, I was thinking about how it was only the beginning of the school year that I started writing in this journal.
Damn, I'm really depressed. There's this constant pit of guilt in my stomach and I don't want to talk to anybody. When I try to smile, I remember all of the things that make me sad–ignorance, loneliness, misunderstandings, doubt, worthlessness. It's not a fun experience. Of course it's not. It's not supposed to be. I don't know why people joke about things being depressing.
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
