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Please let me know that my one bad day will end.
I'm so mad and upset. I'm not sure if it's safe to write in here when I'm mad or upset, just because of what I might say. Well, here goes nothing.
So Saturday, the Pitman Wildcats all met at the 7-11 at 7:45 in the morning. We were all so pumped and just ready to kick ass and take names. We arrive at the field and the game begins against Westville and we just took charge and beat them 1-0. So we were all feeling very confident by then. 1:00 rolls around and it's time to face off Mannington Blue Hawks. I had hurt my knee in the end of the game against Westville, so after limping around for twenty minutes of the first half, they decided to pull me out and I had to sit out the rest of the game, but we won 4-0.
So then later that night was Tara's birthday party, and that was really fun. The sleep over was especially fun. Except I fell asleep early and everyone said I was a very sound sleeper because Kristen even kicked me in the head and I didn't wake up. That's crazy.
So then we come to today. We were all just so fired up about this game. We wanted to win so badly, and we were almost positive that we would. I had so much adrenaline that I couldn't even tell my knee hurt when it actually was hurting like hell. We were in total control of that game. We were keeping it up on their half, we knew what we had to do. So the second half comes and both teams are still unscored upon. Then, the ref made a BULLSHIT call against Amelia. It was really weird too because he had been picking on Amelia the whole entire game, and it was almost like it was just an opportunity to punish her, so he decided to take it. He called a handball against Amelia inside of our 18 with the ball in the dead center of the goal. That little ugly fucker Herpes kicked it and it went in. God, after the game everyone was just bawling. It was so sad. So we decided to go to a diner afterwards, and some of us were still sad, but we all got a lot happier, and the coaches bought us all dinner. It is just so sad. It's like we worked SO HARD this season, and we won every game that we needed to win, but the ONE that were desperately NEEDED to win. The defining moment of our season, we end up losing because of some asshole ref, and some ugly little fucker named Herpes. It's just so upsetting, and I'm still upset about it right now. But, even if we didn't win the actual Championship, we're still Champs in our own way. We had the best season record, and we had class. We beat this team once twice out of three times, and each time they acted like assholes to us. The one time that they beat us, we took it graciously, even though many of us were crying. We weren't assholes about things, like many other teams we had beaten had been. Because we had class. I could not have asked for a better soccer season, a better team, or better coaches. It was the greatest soccer season of my life, and I don't think I'll ever forget that season. Enough of my chicken shit.
So Kristen keeps trying to tell me that she "knows" that I want to be who I was last year. It's making me mad, because it couldn't be farther from the truth. I was just so fake in the beginning of last year. I kissed ass of anyone who I thought would make me "cool". I was all caught up in that backstabbing shit that all these people who call themselves "friends" constantly do. I'm not like that, nor do I want to be, but Kristen keeps on insisting that I want to be. God, I hate when people tell me what I want or what I'm thinking. It's like, how the fuck would you know? They're not me, and they can't read my thoughts. It just annoys me how people can make assumptions and then be so confident of it.
I could go on for so much longer,
but...
...I conclude.
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