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yup, my blog is almost identical to my first one. I wish I did not delete it, just for memory's sake... im keeping this blog like a personal diary. well as personal as it can be on the internet. i cant seem to write fast enough with pen and paper. and i feel so much these few days i simply must let out some steam.the past two months were largely hellish. im feeling down again. watching pe today was exeptionally horrible. they were high jumping. jumping. it still hurts. alot. i remember those weeks i cried almost daily. i remember those weeks i felt like the sky was falling, i remember the days when the sun set and the moon did not rise. new moon. how ironic. im sorry guys, today is one of the days i cannot face gym again. i cannot walk into the gym and see you people jumping while im next to useless. i thought i was over this phrase. i thought it no longer mattered. i thought i could walk below while you soared above. i still cannot. its too painful. jiaqi, jeanne, sorry im not at training like a promised to be. everytime i walk into the gym after a long period of time, i see everyone has improved. i wonder how you got this far, i wonder how you felt, how you overcame those obstacles you were still stuck at when i last was there. i wonder what i missed and the feeling is indescribable. i am still stuck at this gratei know the gates between bliss and griefbut stuck still am i. at it.like the brown after green,accept the way force flows.yet i still am stuck. at it.for feigned forage or forced fate?
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
2:06 AM
yup, my blog is almost identical to my first one. I wish I did not delete it, just for memory's sake... im keeping this blog like a personal diary. well as personal as it can be on the internet. i cant seem to write fast enough with pen and paper. and i feel so much these few days i simply must let out some steam.the past two months were largely hellish. im feeling down again. watching pe today was exeptionally horrible. they were high jumping. jumping. it still hurts. alot. i remember those weeks i cried almost daily. i remember those weeks i felt like the sky was falling, i remember the days when the sun set and the moon did not rise. new moon. how ironic. im sorry guys, today is one of the days i cannot face gym again. i cannot walk into the gym and see you people jumping while im next to useless. i thought i was over this phrase. i thought it no longer mattered. i thought i could walk below while you soared above. i still cannot. its too painful. jiaqi, jeanne, sorry im not at training like a promised to be. everytime i walk into the gym after a long period of time, i see everyone has improved. i wonder how you got this far, i wonder how you felt, how you overcame those obstacles you were still stuck at when i last was there. i wonder what i missed and the feeling is indescribable. i am still stuck at this gratei know the gates between bliss and griefbut stuck still am i. at it.like the brown after green,accept the way force flows.yet i still am stuck. at it.for feigned forage or forced fate?
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
2:06 AM