it's moments like these that just bring me back to the Bojack excerpt about being born with a leak except instead of a leak it's a gaping hole that made itself from the constant burst of sick, fugly, disgusting emotions that refuse to stay inside me
emotions riding high for multiple reasons but never have i ever felt so much love for this org, this sport and these kids than i did speaking about the journey to a group of ppl who genuinely seemed enlightened by our successes and hardships.
"who the fuck took my keys" - i say, locked out of my apt, knowing full well it probably got washed out from behind the pot into the canal during the rains 🙂
post lock in clarity is a thing bc after months on that mpdc grind and speeding thru the acads in between and then finishing everything but 2 exams in the span of five days has left me a shell of which productivity once leaked
After being awake since 5am I've finally got all my shit settled until another tournament tomorrow so time to lock in (on s6 the crown with chicken in my mouth and then pass out gloriously)