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Thursday, February 5, 2009

sometimes , when i think it over again , i regretted being stupid, throwing ma talent away.
when i see people running , when i see ma medals , when there's anything related ta running , i'll reminisce over that glorious past.
all the good ol' secondary sch time.
and i'll start regretting all over again.
i dun wanna end it , but there's simply no motivation for me ta be back running.
there's no competition ta compete , there's nobody ta accompany me run.
nothing . not even a tiny reason ta hold me back.
and i regretted so very much , for failing ma math.
i could have gone ta njc and continued if that wasnt the case.
fuck.

and i really dunno what i wanna do w ma life.
i thought i've figured everything out , but there were always this hole inside me.
i miss running.
i might sound overly sentimental over lil things like this but it was once a great importance ta me.
it stil is.

fuck ma stupid life .