Why do we love?

yesterday was a horrible day. terrible. training was tiring, and after that didnt feel like going anywhere, doing anything. but i thank God that i went for prayer, because some bad stuff AND good stuff happened there. the bad stuff spoiled my whole day, i was like whatever... i'm freaking tired already, so i can't be bothered about it anymore. the good stuff is that i talked to someone about it, and i feel better about it. i think i'm getting way off hand. somebody control me please. really. i'm so screwed. we'll be leaving next sunday, and i'm not prepared yet. and in addition, i've got all these stupid injuries that its hard for me to train now. now we train 7 hours every alternate days. 8am to 5pm with a 2hour break in between. that sucks. big time.

i don't give a shit about this anymore. this totally sucks, and it hurts me. why does it come to haunt me all the time? get away, before vituperations fly out of my mouth, at you. i'm so gonna beat you upside down, thrash you flat on your face. GO AWAY BEFORE SOMETHING NASTY HAPPENS!!!