Tennis heals the pain in my legs. It heals the pain in my heart.

Today's school day was good. Then something happened. Then, I get a little sad. Then, I play tennis. Then, I get a little mad. Then, I almost kill Cynthia Vu and Thomas by hitting too hard. Then, I get frustrated with myself. I don't want to deal with this shit anymore. I'm sorry, but you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry, but i'm going to be a jerk. I'm sorry, but you're the reason why i'm sad. I'm sorry, but I let my the best of my imagination take over me. I'm sorry but I can't make you as happy as him. I'm sorry that I can't make you laugh the way he does. I'm sorry, but if you don't see me anymore it's because it's not that I have better things to do, but I occupy my time with tennis and the gym is so that there's no time to think of you. I'm sorry that I can't find any fault in you. I'm sorry that I can't just stop liking you. I'm sorry that I have to say goodbye. I'm sorry that i'm going to act completely normal around you, so you won't know who you are.