i feel like crying.
but i don't want to feel sorry for myself.
i'm just really sick of the fact that when good things are coming to me, i get rejected by fate and thrown down a flight of stairs.
the only part i'm really pissed off about is the fact that i'm leaving for florida on sunday with the softball team and i might be on crutches.
i'm gonna go eat my feelings.
thank your george washington carver for creating the one thing that makes my pain go away.