So Thursday was pretty okay for me. I had a volleyball game, and we won against the toughest school. Not bad, right?
Well, I get home, and find out that I make the lowest team at my volleyball club. There's only three teams and our players are super good (like high school good at the worst, or at least most of them), but I can't help feeling depressed. Especially because my parents lecture me about how they thought I was better
Like really, I've only played for two years and most people at this club have been playing their entire lives. Do you expect me to be better than them?
Also, I have an Algebra test on Monday and a U.S. History DPM on Tuesday. Also a Spanish thing...ugh I just want to kms sometimes...not like I ever would, but I feel like things couldn't get worse. :c
It's kind of weird that some Internet people I don't even know made me happy, though. (Thank you Instagram strangers!)