School started, but it feels more like it never ended. My brain is in a bad funk, locked up from new ideas and the old are churning too slowly for the mad pace. Everyone else is so refreshed and I look like the undead. To be honest, I am jealous. And plus, my coach is a dumbass. He yelled at us today because we left before waiting for him to get back from a meeting. Well, shithead, an hour isn't what you call late just a tine bit. That's called being a jackass for leaving us in the 90 degree sun without any fucking water. Of course we were going to leave. We're not THAT dedicated and now thanks to this, we might be even less so. It's not like you do shit. I'm the one who has to push every one through practice. Who comes up wit drills? Um, yeah, that's right it's me. I should be the one to get paid. Seriously.
And now Sarah is being an ass too. Her life is just so stressed, that god forbid she talks to anyone of us. We're so horrible to her because we have fucking lives and she's NOT the center of our lives. What the hell is her fucking problem? The little shit ass drama queen. I'm too tired to deal with her shit. She better figure things out because I'm not going to to do for any of them. Yes, fuck them all. I can't wait to go to college and cut away the strings tying me to them. It's time to grow up.