small blessings.

volleyball is honnestly the greatest. it occupies me, gives me something more than school to look forward to, tires me out so that i can go to bed early enough (didnt work to well tonight but anyways) and lets me unwind all the pent up frustration i have building up. what frustration you might ask? well, just take my word on that one...

while waiting for my practice, i sat at subway with my supper and just wrote my little heart out. i just poured every little anger and worry and a few good things too for good measure onto paper. in my journal to be more exact. yes, not everything i write is on here, i do have a few provate thoughts. if this thing is like a fan letter, my journal is like the exclusive members only deal. members include me, myself and I. well, thats not really true, if you asked i'd probably let you read it. unless i wrote something particularly private..

i've got to stop chewing my lips... i think i taste blood