Relief In Vulgarity

So please, please, please.. Just let me know if you plan on quitting now so I can save the tears for all at once. The guard is down to 7, and I was a bit bitter about it today. I hate the idea of having such a small guard, but I've learned over the past year to stop and tell myself, "Fuck it. Keep moving on." If we go out on there with a guard of 4, then like hell, we are going to perform the best show ever. I would personally feel more motivated if this guard was actually bigger, but I can't hold my expectations too high, right? It's a shame to see someone good go, but whatever. Tag Day this morning wasn't too fun. It went by quick than I thought though. After, I asked my brother if we could go to the mall. I had this day planned out. I would relax at the mall for part of the afternoon. Then, I would get down to work. Little did I know, the one poem I thought we only had to answer questions for was actually 8 poems. My whole idea of sleep was pushed back and here I am, begging to sleep now. Fuck it, Fuck this. It actually felt really good to yell out, "Fuck my life" earlier, when no one was in the living room. Photo is of yummy Pop-tarts :)