went match today with no intention to play at all. didn't want to change to jersey, didn't want to change to boots, etc. i didn't even bring an extra set of clothes or my tights or all my essentials, just my boots. but those idiots have to go and fight and get themselves locked up in the boys' home. ending up B div players left me and hakkim. keith came to help. fed up la, in the end get trashed 7-0 by St. Gabriel. come on man, what's left of a B division? A non-alert last man, a non-soccer team player, and a sick forward. fed up. . . . . . . . i am a normal person. i know what to do with my life. i don't need whatever tub-a-lon asswipe shit professional motivator to motivate me to study. stop planning shit for me without asking for my consent. stop wasting money on shit so-called whatever professional motivator to do this shit. as if you two alot money liddat. fudge.
~written to the Dark Lord at
2:43 PM
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