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Sunday, December 9, 2007

fuck. im fucking stupid. fucking lousy. i swear. im gonna quit bowling. i wanna quit. i seriously do. whats the damn ass point. im like some fucktard who went for rolloffs and wasted time.

i hate it when im in and i bowl like fuck after. and blow my fucking chance. ka told me to talk to one of the coaches. i did. and seriously. i wasted both theirs and my time. i bet they dont even know who the fuck i am. like duh. i have nothing to my name okay. fuck this crap.

whatever. grats to the people who got in. especially anthony denise darsh and audrey. grats. you all deserve it. really.

anyway. i think im bloody extra. i really am. im from like totally different worlds. im on the poor side. duh. maybe things would be better if i had more money to train. but then again. im just lousy. so fuck it.