T1B46

Hey again… I guess.
I’m at the library again as you might guess.
Gym today was horrible. I feel terrible. I feel my world has no more fun, no more waiting, no more anything. I just want to go home and grab a ball, pushing myself to the lengths on my limits and just playing BB.
Why I feel this way? You might ask…
Basketball is a sport whose fun is only visible, only available to those who consider to actually play.
That’s my theme. Take a guess: my conflict is that once the other team notices that our team better than them, they don’t try and lag around. I just plainly hate that. Cause once I drive in an open lane, I like the thrill of the pressure pushing my to score. But when that same moment is repeated twenty times in five minutes, especially when I don’t have any edging, I feel that the game is no fun and instead of shooting right under the net, I pass back. Right under the net.
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I know, I started of in a complaining mood… So here’s the good news: It’s my dad’s birthday today.
I spent 7 hours yesterday on a birthday card yesterday. And to tell the truth, I’m very, very proud of the best drawing I did in my whole life.

Well, I’m off and away!