I swear

If this happens again, I might as well go die in a hole. (There, I said it.) At least it won't be as painful as this.
I'm not talking about the 2 mile event I was forced to run yesterday, even though that was the worst pain I've gone through in a long time. The first 11 laps were a breeze, but the last 11 laps was a 7 minute battle in which I failed miserably. I didn't actually stop in the middle of the track and walk, I just gave up mentally. And that is the second worst thing a runner can do during a race. As a whole group of Reading girls passed me, I lost the motivation to strive to the top. Slowly, I lost hope, the last bit was left clinging on the edge at my last two laps.
Even though I still will not forgive myself for giving up that night, I don't regret the experience at all. Running the 2 mile event made me a stronger runner, and even stronger mentally.
Sometimes you need to fall before you can rise to great heights.

ANYWAY, what I was talking about before...will just be kept to myself. :)

lol.

"Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree."

That is an interesting analogy...
just thought I would share :)

no one to help you up.

Why is it always like this? Exactly the same, over and over again in a never-ending cycle. And then I remind myself that it is just like the others, and it doesn't matter. But does that help? Not at all.
What happens when it fades away? Only wasting my time on nothing.
But how do I know this time will be different, will those few nights make up the countless months.
False hopes, false hopes. Take them away.

So tell me, is it really worth the risk?

I miss Switzerland.

I miss Club Med; Regev, Fleur, Guido and everyone else. I miss my snowboarding instructor, Joseph, always shouting 'bend yours knees' when I made fragile turns. I miss snowboarding in the alps and the breath taking views of the snowy mountains. I miss curly kid and his crazy dancing, along with good-looking family and their knicks. I miss the endless tables of mouth watering desserts that made me tingle with happiness inside. I miss the feeling of accomplishment after a long day of snowboarding. I miss how all my bruises made me look like a misplaced dalmation. I miss the laughter shared with my cousins after singing songs out the hotel windows. I miss making miniature snowmen with flat screen tv's and giant bunnies on their couches. I miss seeing people preparing to sacrifice santa. I miss the yummy waffles and the confectioner sugar smothered all over our mouths. I miss roaming the hotel floors and pretending to be ninjas. I miss the 'shitty hill...shitty lift...shitty snow.' I miss stalking the mafia couple and checking out their shiny shoes. I miss the dancing competition we never finished. I miss the sound of my aunt scolding everyone around her.
Take me back.