I just got home from track practise O.K. track and FEILD O.K. more like feild I do a feild event not a track event (sorta a slow runner) but yeah. I'm a high jumper. I started crying duing practice, there's this little o.k. big box we have to jump on , you have to keep your feet together while you jump, if you could seperate your feet it would be SUPER easy, but you cant so ohh well. Well anewayZ, back on subject I kept on falling a little short each time and ended up hitting my lower shins every time so now my shins are cut all to hell and oozing blood but I'm determined to concker the box. Ohh yeah some of the baseball players striped for us and I'm like omg. BUT they were HOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rachel brought up the subject *again* so of course all of the emotion flooded back to me. First, before I poor out my soul to you I'll explain to you how it got to this point. They announced over the intercom who was going to the little band thingy this weekend, after they said he was going I told Rach that I knew they were going to say his name before they did. So she all "aaaawwwwww so sweet. Why don't you ask him out". So I told her that I knew he would say "no". She said that he told her, and I quote, "she broke up with me once so what's the point". Now comes the part where I pour out my soul. I know I hurt him when I broke up with him. I didn't mean to. I wish I would have talked to him first, to ask him if what I herd was true, but I didn't. I didn't mean a single thing I wrote I made them all up so he would think it was my idea to brake up (at this time I was believing the rumor). It hurt me so much to do that to him but I really did think he wanted to brake up with me. I want a second chance more that anything but I know I'll never get one. I wish I could get over him, move on but I can't. maybe he's supposed to be in my head maybe that's why I can't get him out of my head. I don't know all I know is that I still love him and I wish I never would have done that to him.
I started crying duing practice, there's this little o.k. big box we have to jump on , you have to keep your feet together while you jump, if you could seperate your feet it would be SUPER easy, but you cant so ohh well. Well anewayZ, back on subject I kept on falling a little short each time and ended up hitting my lower shins every time so now my shins are cut all to hell and oozing blood
but I'm determined to concker the box. Ohh yeah some of the baseball players striped for us and I'm like omg. BUT they were HOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!