I'm sick of reality.
I'm sick of people.
I'm sick of my family.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow.
The only reason I would have wanted to get up in the morning was to go to the cross country meet in the afternoon.
But, no, that can't happen anymore.
Because the freaking coach had to freaking cancel it.
One of the last chances I had to see him before he left, and the fucking coach had to postpone it.
Wtf?
There was no reason. No. Reason. Whatsoever.
I don't want to wake up tomorrow in this house, or in this town, or in this state.
I want to go away.
I want to see new people. Meet new people.
I don't know.
I'm sick of this place and the mood I'm in.
I'm sick of my world where I think "hell" is a great way to describe it.
At least at this moment.
Get the FUCKING phone out, megan, and FUCKING CALL THEM.
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Stop bitching, and meet up with them.
You want to see them? You can't complain about not being able to until you've TRIED to see them.
Watching them play some games, run at a meet won't be enough.
Just watch.
Now call them.
Right now.
And plan a fucking get-together.
They'd love to.
And most likely, they'll say yeah, sure, whenever.
BAM.
Done.
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