School was okay.
Soccer sucked.
My gloves finally work, so why won't the rest of my body?
JV lost 0-3. Varsity 2-3. Against Brunswick.
I wanted to claw that girl who elbowed Jaymee in the face.
I'm so tired of moving. I'm slowly losing weight even though I'm eating normally, and all my energy just goes out the window. Is this still just my sickness making me this way?
All Shelby talks about is how she wants her position back. I guess it just never occurs to her how all of that talking affects me.
Because, yay, Mallori's the new back-up keep. Like I couldn't feel any more shitty.
There were no stars in the sky.
I think I'll wallow in my agonizing inner pain until tomorrow. Then it's a fresh start.
Hopefully.
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ASK YOURSELF in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple "I must," then build your life in accordance with this necessity..." - Rainer Maria Rilke
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