Time to go cry in the practice rooms and try to be productive.
me: *seductively runs hand through hair*
me: *seductively gets hand caught in huge knot*
Today is cross country meet day, and there are well over two hundred runners in attendance. Going to the cafeteria today was a huge mistake.
I cried myself to sleep for the first time in a long time last night. Talking to Greg just made me realize how many mistakes I’ve made in this past month. I heard the disappointment in his voice when I told him all I’ve done. I let my big brother down, but more importantly myself.
What have I become? Have I lost everything that meant something to me?
I find it interesting how so many of us are afraid that someone won’t love us because of our past, or certain things about us such as our body image, habits, or simply our confidence; when most people are just looking for someone to love and who will love them back.