I've waited for 4 years for this moment. I made varsity. Since the moment I stepped on the lacrosse field wearing Arapahoe's name, this is all that I've wanted.
I can hardly smile about it for 3 seconds. Is something wrong with me? Why am I not psyched?
Oh yeah. Because of all of the people who aren't psyched. What about them?
Ahhhhfdswedfv6h*&asdf. Why do I have to make myself dwell on sad things? Why can't I just let myself be happy? And why do I ask so many questions?
