Just fifteen minutes more and I'll be up and about again, leaving my cosy crib to lose myself in some club training. Hockey is my life, but I didn't expect to live like a sailor travelling everyday when I said I would commit.
I love hockey. I love training hard and seeing my efforst pay off when tournament knocks at my doors. I love the adrenaline rush I feel when I score a goal. I love making a good pass and watching my team mate continue the road to goal glory.
But there are so many other aspects to this beautiful game that are forsaken in RJ Hockey. I am only third in Command, maybe fourth at times. And being a mere vice-captain hoping for miracles but having no say in arrangements isn't exactly helping my team. I am not helpful. I can only look back at my days in Crescent Hockey and wish I had an awesome coach and captain.
A pity it doesn't seem so to me.
I hate to be so rotten, as I find I'm always full of opinion, sarcastic remarks, condescending talk and more often than not, I'm often full of myself. I know it. I hate this side of me, and I guess I can no longer blame society for the way I've churned out. I can no longer say that Crescent made me who I am, I cannot say that my surroundings molded my character because that is not true. I have been resillent to influences, especially negative ones.
So who else can I blame for the personality I've developed?
Rachel Tang, it's all your fault.
I EFFING HATE YOU. YOU, THAT ONE WHO GETS ON MY NERVES JUST BY SMILLING, THAT ONE WHO CANNOT STOP ACTING LIKE A DRAMA QUEEN AND PLAYING AROUND WITH GUYS AND GIRLS FROM ALL WALKS OF LIFE AND LEAVING THEM HEARTBROKEN. YOU, THE ONE PERSON WHOM I ABSOLUTELY DETEST YET STICKS IN MY LIFE LIKE AN EFFING PARASITE.
I'm sick and tired of being nice to you, so I won't. Not anymore. I don't respect you, as a person. In fact, I despise you from the very bottom of my heart.
Like my thoughts even matter to you. You're probably going to find another poor soul to cheat on a couple of months later.
Wretch.
