I’ve been going through a lot, and all these negative thoughts has been building up in my head and it’s making me go crazy. I wish everything would go away. All the bullshits and problems. Sadly, I’d have to live with it everyday.
People don’t play basketball because its fun. Ask any player, most of them fear it. But they couldn’t imagine life without it. Its a part of them, the love/hate relationship. It’s what they live for. They live for the long practices, cheers, long bus rides, championships, night games, and countless pairs of basketball shoes and long socks. They live for the taste of water or gatorade and to hear coaches that yell and laugh. They live for the way it feels when they beat the other team, and knowing those extra set of lines and push-ups in practice were worth it. They live for the way they became a family with their team. They live for the countless songs they sing in their head while training all those painful hours. They live for the sound of their heart pulse pounding frantically as they do sets suicides. They live for the competition, they live for their teammates. The memories, the pain, blood and sweat. It’s who they are, Its Who We Are. We are Basketball Players. And we all go hard.
indecisive about if i should play this year..
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I hate how you always give me this guilty feeling. “Girls are always the innocent ones” is probably what goes through your mind constantly. You have to trust me, but I always feel that you don’t. I always feel that you’re hiding something from me. You tell me all the time,”You can tell me…
Especially, if we’re close. I feel as if we have a close enough bond to tell each other anything or whatever. I guess not.
Remember when you actually started the conversations? Remember when you would always tell me you wanted to see me? Remember when you were the one that told me you missed me? Remember when we would talk for hours about stupid things? Remember when you used to make me feel special? Remember when you sent me goodnight and goodmorning texts? Remember when I was your number one priority? Yeah, I remember all of it. Too bad it’s not like that anymore.
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