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I am fanFUCKINGtastically miserable.
Today softball went terrible, except for the fact that I was with the Wildcats.
We played horrible.
And in the second game some of it was partly my fault, but if you know anything about softball or even baseball, one person cannot lose the game for you.
The first game we just didn't hit and we had some errors in the field, and the other team had better defense and had better hits.
In the second game we scored the first run, in the first inning, at our first at bat. Something that rarely happens. That run was made by Emily.
We were so fucking siked. So I was pitching and I did really good in the first inning, considering that I was having an off-day anyways.
Then in the second inning, w/runners at 2nd and 3rd, a line drive is hit about 3 feet to the left of me. Something I should have had. The ball goes to the outfield, 3 runs score, etc., and the teams just dies. Right then and there. I was pissed at myself, and all of the team, including me, was just flat as Coach Joe would say. FanFUCKINGtastically FLAT.
So we lost both games.
And the entire team felt like shit after-wards.
I wanted to throw-up. And when my parents even mentioned the thought of pizza for dinner I was just about ready to throw-up.
Ugh.
So then, this made me feel even worse, I see Emily's car drive up next to us on our way home, and I think to myself how much I would rather be in that car, going home with them, because they care.
That made me feel even more miserable because I don't want to not-like my parents as much as I do.
But Coach Joe and Emily always care. Always. I've known them for less then a year and they always care how I am, and they can tell when I'm hurt, and mad, etc.
I've lived with my parents for the past 13 years, 7 months, and a day, and they still can't figure out when I'm hurt or mad or sad or anything.
I really want to scream right now.
So then we get home and my dad cooks some pork-roll and cheese and I'm trying my best not to cry, and I call Sam and confirm that I can still go to her party and I took a shower.
And then this happened to make me fucking cry.
I'm setting up the DVD player for my mom and we had to move the TV a bit so I could unplug this thing you need to unplug. So our DVD player is on top of the TV. And it falls on my fucking head.
I have a bump on my head and it fell and cut my hand/wrist in 3 different places.
And then my mom is like 'Are you okay?' like 400 times and finally I walk into the kitchen to get some water to clean my hand and I say 'Well it hurts' and she goes 'Well it wasn't my fault, I didn't do it on purpose.' Does it sound like I accused her of it being her fault?
No.
I didn't think so.
I wouldn't doubt that she pushed it down on purpose, but I DID NOT accuse her of doing it.
What a damn bitch.
So now my hand/wrist, head, neck, knee, and both ankles hurt.
I can't wait until next weekend when I get to hang with the Wildcats, and then Coach Joe, Emily, Julie, Lindsey, maybe Megan, Amanda, and Coach Jeff. I'm so glad I can get away from my fucking parents next weekend. If only I don't die sometime in-between today and Saturday, which would be just my damn luck.
Well I'm watching Gothika and it's scaring the shit out of me, and then I'm going to watch The Blair Witch Project after that so I am going to be scared shitless and probably have nightmares.
But maybe it will stop me from crying myself to sleep.
*update*
Right now I'm watching Halloween. Seems pretty scary.
I'm about to go to Wally-World to find something to do for a costume, seeing as I need one for Sam's party.
I still feel incredbily miserable and horrible about yesterday, but I am just telling myself that I have almost an enire weekend awak from my parents next weekend.
And one thing I forgot to mention yesterday is that my life is no DEAD. Officially DEAD. I have softball Friday and Saturday now, so I guess my life is not DEAD, just pretty damn close. And if I didn't love the Wildcats as much as I do I would not be practicing Fridays with them. But I really love them and I would rather be at softball then at my house, waiting for someone to call me to do something, that probably won't happen anyways.
Well I gotta go to Wally-World.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
And Happy Blue Month to Me!
ex'sandoh's
x3 Crispy