____T.H.E. .P.A.S.S.
up from my brain is where I bleed...
____F.I.N.D.I.N.G
Searching
Refective
Enigmatic
____M.Y.S.E.L.F
My life spins outta control without football.
Currently in search for inner peace.
Finding myself furthur and furthur away from it..
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02:02
Monday, August 23, 2004
____Late Night Wonder
Here I sit fed up with myself. I am not in control of things nowadays. And I hate it.
I cannot seem to grasp maths like i did before. And now, there's physics and chemistry to deal with. Things are really tough. I used to be able to accept new information easily and readily. Something is wrong with my brain.
I am not even enjoying football as I used to be able to. Yes, I like playing football and every game is worth looking forward. But I don't enjoy as much as before. The skills do not flow anymore. The reading isn't there. And I tire easily nowadays. Plus I get pushed around.
Some guy tripped me up today and I can't even find a reply for the incident. Normally I get up firing all cylinders. Now I winced and gritted my teeth as I examine the sore areas - a gashed shoulder, scratched hip, a scratched palm, a bruised thumb, and a wounded sense of self. That guy didn't even seem sincere in his apology. Not to mention that I could not find the skill to get back at him.
I've lost it.
Then there is this feeling. La la la. I shall live in oblivion. I don't know with it is. What is it? What the hell am I talking?
My toe still hurts. The back of my hand too.
My knee feels funny, I could almost laugh.
Currently Feeling Like: Paul Gascoigne (don't know where now) drank a mug too many. Should sleep.
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