It was a bad start to the week, the day and to training. Seemingly, I happen to not be involved enough or on another hand, not significant enough maybe? But whatever it is, I've trashed it. From then on, being 2 sec slower for everything did not matter any more.

Those friends and friends. Why motivate each other to do well when it is an individual sport? Why be happy for someone who has done better than you? Why allow some one to beat you and allow yourself to be motivated from then on?

Run your own race. Care not what others expect from you but set expectations that match your standards. So what if you let anyone down, so long as I am happy, who cares if youre happy.
To the pot-belly beings/ potential potbelly bearer: Stop lingering around like Dementors. Well except you dont suck souls, you suck up. How sad.

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Aside from that, I do feel to a certain extent that I am indeed a pretty damn lucky person. Besides the fact that I always hit the right notes even though my fingers are cold and numb, during piano, I pick up money almost once a week. (NOWNOW) randomness

I bear a strong adoration to a particular portrait that lies hidden within the lines of a certain window on my screen. am very very very fond of it. I see something what i call" myself" blessed by blessed blessings. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

enough now. the world out there holds noone you can trust
it was said:

I will hold your word as tightly as I hold you
I need you like I need the toilet urgently

oh it certainly need be.

goodnight and goodbye  ¶ 7:10 AM