She's a keeper, too bad you didn't keep her.
December 2011
Today was a big fucking wake up call for me. Its time to step everything up. I hate this feeling. This feeling of being a total fuck up. I’m better then this and i know it. It’s time for me to be the wrestler that I am and get shit back on track. I hate this feeling. That feeling where you felt like you could’ve done so much more to change the situation, but didn’t. Fuck! It’s not how many loses or wins that defines who a wrestler is, it’s their ability to get back up and work hard after a loss. That’s what I need to do starting tomorrow and get ready for this tournament in Hollister.
November 2011
I want to get hurt. A car accident, anything. I want to get injured enough to wind up in a hospital, just to see if anyone would come to make sure I'm okay. And I'd pretend to be sleeping or dying so in case anyone actually did come, they would sit at the edge of my bed, crying, and tell me everything. I want to hear everything they've ever thought of me, how they really feel, if they're sorry for anything. I just want to know the truth. And I want to know who truly cares about me.
