First, a few small updates.
In orchestra, I was just standing up, and the orchestra teacher was all like "woah, have you lost weight?"
I didn't know I looked that thin...
Today, I started my first day of school swimming in addition to club. That's all in all 3 1/2 hours of swimming, plus 1/2 hour of dryland AT swimming, and another 1/2 hour at my house.
4 1/2 hours. Wow. I'm hungry just thinking about it.
I thought that I would be by far the fastest person in the swim team.
But, there's another guy, Benjamin, who is also pretty fast(7th grader). He's faster than me in breaststroke, but come on, who isn't?
I'm still comfortably above him in everything else, at least, and us two are WAY ahead of everyone else. We'll make a great team.
Both of us went to champs, and sectionals. And we're both going for zones, but I don't think either one will make it.
(There's only 4 zones in the country. You have to be FAST)
Lately, I've been posting a lot of mopey journals.
Well, like in that Misery quote that I did, it doesn't really MATTER how hard hit or not hard hit I have been.
It remains, I don't have the crutch of mental illness to fall back on, and that means that there's no running from problems, or crying about them.
Now, for the few of you who haven't heard, Ashley's (ShowMeLove) older brother has died.
I cannot imagine that pain. My parents are both alive and together, my brother is alive, and even all my grandparents are still doing fine.
In THIS case, I know that whatever I feel, what she feels is a lot worse.
I'm sorry, Ashley, and I wish there was something I could do. Just know that whatever you feel, it WILL pass. Sometime. Days or weeks or even months, but it will pass. If 6 feet under taught me anything, it taught me that.