After last night's loss I sat in front of my computer, searching for something to write about. I couldn't form quality, coherent sentences in my head, let alone type them out on a blog. So, here I am the following morning... and I'm going through the exact same thing.
You know what it feels like? It feels like I'm a six year-old who just got a shiny new red bike for Christmas... I'm all excited, can't wait to ride it... but before I get a chance to even get on the bike, my older brother grabs the bike from my hands, brings it outside and begins to repeatedly run the bike over with his car, until there is nothing but bent metal and shards of cheap plastic littering the driveway, and there's nothing I can do but to watch in horror....
You know what it feels like? It feels like I'm a six year-old who just got a shiny new red bike for Christmas... I'm all excited, can't wait to ride it... but before I get a chance to even get on the bike, my older brother grabs the bike from my hands, brings it outside and begins to repeatedly run the bike over with his car, until there is nothing but bent metal and shards of cheap plastic littering the driveway, and there's nothing I can do but to watch in horror....
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